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Etho was tired from trying to organize her farms. Both arms stretched up as she leaned backwards a little, careful not to topple over, her shirt riding up a little under her combat vest. The uncomfortable feeling of bunched cloth caused her to quickly unbuckle the latches and strip off the camo material, along with her shirt. It was always a pain to take her shirt off over her mask, but she could hear someone wandering around lower in the base, and she didn’t want to remove it just yet.
“Hey E, sweetheart, you home?”
That answered the question of who was rummaging through her chests. Etho walked down the stairs, smiling down at Tango, who paused from her search to smile up at her partner. “Yeah, Techie, I’m home. Whatcha lookin’ for?”
“You might be able to help me with that! See, I was looking for something to play around with, yeah? But now you’re here, you can fill in!” As Tango talked, she walked around Etho, placing a hand on her shoulders and wiping away the line of redstone that kept the lights on. In the dim glow of the redstone torches, Tango spun Etho to face her. “What do you say, E?”
Etho’s eyes curled up into half-moons, laughing a little before catching her breath. “Give me a second and sure, Techie. I think I have the perfect thing. Close your eyes.”
Tango shut her eyes tight, one hand over her face just in case. She could hear the noises of Etho moving around the room, until suddenly hands were on her hips and she twitched.
“Hold on, try to keep yourself still.”
Tango tried at first, sure, but Etho’s hands slipped beneath her waistband, pulling down her pants and freeing her cock, already half-hard. “Commando, huh?” whispered Etho, and Tango whimpered as Etho’s mouth quickly closed around her dick. Etho seemed to love giving blowjobs, letting Tango go as deep as was possible with no preparation. She hummed around Tango’s dick, licking at the head and rocking forward slowly, methodically trying to get Tango into her throat without gagging. It took a few tries, pulling away to lick at her lips and then sliding back on until the glans tickled the back of her tongue, but after a few attempts she swallowed Tango down. Tango’s free hand dug into her hair, eyes still shut tight, as Etho breathed through her nose and started moving. Tango’s hand clenched and relaxed intermittently, trying not to pull Etho onto her fully, but also trying to stay grounded without sight. All she knew right now was the sensation of Etho’s mouth on her and the slick sounds of saliva and movement. Etho pushed forward suddenly, almost getting her lips around the base of Tango’s dick, and Tango roughly pulled Etho away until her dick was out of Etho’s throat, so she could come over Etho’s tongue instead. Etho licked over Tango’s dick before moving away and pulling her mask back up, gently pushing Tango’s hand away from her face.
“You alright there?”
“Yeah, E, that was incredible. Hold on a second, sweetheart, anything I can do for you?”