The heady scent of his oozing cream does make you crave a taste finding your rodent lips slowly drawing to the tip of his spear. However; you quickly shake off that desire, fears that if you indulge in that kind of pleasure that it could lead to unwanted propositions later. Or maybe you are just a little hesitant in gulping down mouse seed, whether your partner was once human or not.
Instead; you keep pumping and polishing the male mouse's pride adding a little more vigor in your strokes, for both the pleasure in handling such a hard warm cock in your paws while admittedly wanting to end this quick before falling deeper into baser temptations. Working his shaft so adamantly has your rodent partner writhing so greatly that he can't keep his balance any longer falling back onto his rump and tail. He sounds a squeal of shock...another muffled as you suddenly silence him between locked muzzle lips.
You're not certain why but figured if you were going to suppress your own urge to mate you could at least have a little erotic leisure out of it, keeping your rubbing grip over his loins as you kiss. Eventually; the male responds back in kind reaching a paw back around your head as you two passionately make out, each other's moans spilling between brief pauses. His moans bellows deeper rising back into pleasurable squeals as you can feel him ready to pop, his pulsating rod starting to throb and give.
Dear heavens; the smell of his potency erupting, you feel your own sex tighten and throb almost matching your mate's orgasm. Almost...
His seed gushes as you jerk, ropes of his masculine cream wetting your paw, his pride, and each other's furry stomach. You keep pumping even after the more intense waves have passed milking every last bit from his well. Drowsy eyes look down between noticing you managed to only leave a few droplet puddled on your marble countertop, not as much of a mess as you thought.
Well; then there's each other. Cum wets your fur and paws as you peel back away from the male mouse, the same mess upon him. The scent of it is overwhelming your nose enough to drive your unyielding heat over the edge, contemplating feverishly on how to handle it. You look to your partner lying on his elbows and back recovering from his orgasm basking in the afterglow, and then back to you and your sticky teats and paws. You gaze back to the sink bowl still filled with the warm waters you had bathed in earlier thinking another bath is now in order...unless you can think of another mean to cleaning each other off.
Or maybe, you don't mind getting messier...curious to see how much stamina your mate possesses hungry to slate your needs.