You shove Amy's clothing back into your bag and make your way to Station Square. It isn't a long trip, and soon enough you find yourself in front of Amy's apartment. To your surprise, the door is slightly ajar. You enter and place the bag on the floor, but before you can leave, you hear moans coming from Amy's bedroom.
Your thoughts begin to race. Possible explanations abound. She can't be having sex, can she? I mean, there's only one person she'd ever fuck ... maybe she's masturbating. Maybe it's a movie with a raunchy sex scene ...
But you need to reassure yourself. As quietly as possible, you make your way towards her bedroom door. Opened just a crack, you peek inside and see, to your horror, your beloved Sonic, with his face buried between Amy's thighs as she squeezes her breasts, the sounds of pleasure escaping her mouth. Despite your feelings for Sonic, you can't help but feel aroused by the situation ...
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