Pascal let out a pleasured little huff, looking down and watching as Icy's muzzle bounced and bobbed on his stiff member. The pregnant dog was having a relaxing day wearing some fun latex stockings and sleeves, and he'd grabbed the roo's attention in the process. His belly obscured his husband's face a bit as he pushed against his knot, but he could see it again as he pulled back. The smaller roo's tongue swirled around the engorged length in his mouth, and suddenly Pascal could feel his groin becoming warmer and warmer...
"I'm getting close Icy, can you take my knot?"