The solid yank was enough to expose him, cock springing out as it was already hard and twitching. His pussy was slick from the teasing, and his hips almost bucked against the spider's attentive lips.
"Mn~ ah- can't think o-of a comeback~" He laughed, melting into the touch. His spade kept its firm press, but inched towards Angel's waistband, a silent request to dip under it and give him some proper contact.
"Really?" Admiring the beginnings of the hickey he'd left, Angel shifted himself back-- keeping his hips popped up, of course, wasn't about to hamper anything Gritt was about to do with that tail. Angel's eyes trailed downward, and his head followed-- two fingers spreading Gritt's cunt open, watching the glossy slick string from one side, to the other.
"Couldn't imagine why." He purred, dipping his head, dragging his tongue through Gritt's slick, breaking that string-- relishing in the heady taste that spread through his mouth, and down his throat.
His tail nudged under the waistband, stroking up the shaft that had been rutting against it earlier. Gritt's skin was warm against it, pushing the cock against their abdomen teasingly.
It was taking a lot of focus, and Gritt was loosing that. A shiver ran up his spine as Angel peered down at his pussy, and then dragged their tongue against it. He gave a sharp intake of breath, almost squeezing his eyes shut before he forced them open, drinking in the beautiful sight of the sinner.













