Nanako
Nanako watched with wonder as Sethrol stripped down. Sure, he was an old man, but the perfectly sculpted muscles on him lit a familiar spark in her core all the same. The way those pecs shone in the light, his abs tensing as the squirrel girl imagined herself being forced face-first into them. Those arms bulging, Nanako shivering as she imagined them wrapping around her waist, slowly crushing the air out of her and more. Familiar dampness registered between her thighs as she sat there, her breathing growing heavier.
Then she wobbled unexpected, shaking her out of her fantasizing as the rubble she was sitting on started to levitate. Her eyes lit up with wonder as she watched him, almost feeling a faint pressure radiating from him as he approached a tree. Her eyebrows went up as he drew back, and her eyes widened as his punch hollowed out the tree in one go. The sight reminded her of yesterday, of the feeling of that blondie's fist spearing into her belly, the squirrel girl feeling a familiar ache in her core as she watched. If only he wasn't so old...
The squirrel girl promptly hopped off the tank, her eyes alight with wonder as she zipped close, "That was still pretty cool! Could you teach me how that works?"