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You jump into Huey's sexy, outstretched arms. He hugs you tight and pulls you flush against his body. You wrap your legs around his waist, sliding your hands over his strong metal legs and small ass, causing him to groan deliciously. You run your fingers under his suspenders and rub your cheek against his stubble.
"Y/N..." Huey moans into your neck. "You are so warm and soft in my arms."
"Oh, Dr. Emmerich," you giggle as you deeply breathe in his intoxicating smell. "Is that a vial of vocal cord parasites in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"
Huet lifts you by the ass with one hand, causing you to squeak. He pats around his warm crotch. A bead of sweat rolls down his forehead, which you greedily lick away. From his pocket, he pulls out a small vial.
"Oops, haha," Huey says, his voice like warm nooch sauce. "Wouldn't want you to break this vial of vocal cord parasites while we are grinding, haha. That would cause some sort of outbreak on this quarantine platform, haha."
"Oh, Huey," you moan as he tosses away the vial somewhere, "You're so bad!"
"Not as bad as that evil Ocelot, Y/N," he whispers into your mouth. "I'm a nice guy."
His breath is moist against your lips, and the way he gasps as your lips meet sends a shiver down your spine. His damp mouth tastes like leather and the red soil of Angola. "You may be nice," you moan, "But that tongue of yours is wicked!"
"Oh ho ho," Huey chuckles. "Want to get naughty in the cockpit of Sahalanthropus?"
You raise an eyebrow at him. "Thrilling... I like it. But isn't the cockpit too small for anyone but a child?"
"Oh, Y/N..." Huey whispers seductively in your ear, "I think you'll find that I can be very small."
You moan and rock your hips against him. "Lead the way, doctor!"