The femboy sergal, still in his thong, slowly grinds his hips back, pressing his flaccid, pierced sheath against the other male's groin in a teasing hot-dogging motion, while looking back over his shoulder with a sly smirk. The other male's hand rests on the sergal's hip, fingers lightly squeezing the fur as the sergal's pierced sheath sways with the slow, deliberate rock. Soft, warm sunset light from the right. [playfully] "Think you can handle this?" no censorship, stable face, no distortion, no jitter, clean loop.