Rabsy squeezes Foxy's luscious hips and thighs, and gets on his tip-toes as he strengthens his thrusts.
The bed starts to squeak and creak as Rabsy's thrusts reach their maximum strength.
"Rabsy~~~!" Foxy cries in happiness as she reaches her satisfaction point, her ears drooping from the sensation.
As Foxy becomes limp, exhausted from such a feeling, Rabsy continues to thrust into her still-standing lower body.
On the tips of his tip-toes, Rabsy thrusts incredibly hard, determined to reach satisfaction.
The bed continues to creak and squeak, and Rabsy thrusts it harder than he ever has before! He finally reaches his point, and it practically explodes as it releases inside of Foxy. There is so much, it starts to flow back out, but most of it stays inside.
Completely exhausted, Rabsy simply falls asleep on top of Foxy, her butt still stuck up in the air.
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About an hour or more passes before Foxy wakes up. She finds Rabsy still on top, and her bottom still up in the air.
She straightens herself out, and rolls to her side, letting Rabsy down gently. She quietly gets dressed in a new skirt and button-up shirt, puts on a different pair of heels, and heads upstairs.
"Everything okay up here?" she asks.
"Yes. Miss. Foxy," Wrench replies. "Though. Business. Is. Slow. Today."
"Don't worry," she says. "Once the holidays come around again, there'll be much more tourism and traveling, so ships will come in by the dozens."
"Thazz pozitive thinking right there, Mizz Foxy," Grease Monkey says with a smile as he mops the floor.
"Alright," Foxy says, checking the clock, "I think we can close up for today."
Cheers come from the other workers in the garage as the giant garage door closes. Everyone puts away their work uniforms and dons their casual clothing, and head to the elevator.
"See you tomorrow, guys!" Foxy says as she waves to Wrench and the others. They all wave back as the elevator doors close with a ding.
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