Well then, it's about time to fuck Gill too.
"Oi, fish. Come here."
Gill turns away and doesn't move.
"Fish, it's Master's order. Come here."
If it's Master's order she shouldn't be able to defy it. Gill comes walking with an angry face.
"I'm not a fish, how many times do I have to say it for you to understand."
"You're a fish, you have gills."
"I'm not a fish. Don't say rude things to the Queen who rules the proud Gillman clan."
"Shut up, second-hand pussy."
I quickly shove my hand into the thing covering the lower body made of seaweed. Beyond the eggplant-like feel, there was the soaked thing.
"What are you."
Angry Gill tries to push me but I don't flinch. Why? Because Gill's place was already wet.
"Fish pussy, don't act tough when you're this wet. You want my cock in your second-hand pussy, right?"
"I-I don't want it. I'm not even wet."
"Heh, with this?"
I take my hand out and show Gill a bridge of erotic juice between my thumb and index finger in front of her.
