[ he touches her tail, her stomach muscles twitch; beyond that, she manages to make stripping away the last pieces of clothing on her remarkably comfortable, not at all like undressing for someone for the first time. she bunches everything down her hips, down her thighs, and it falls to her ankles, and she quietly toes it all to the side.
for his inquisitive gaze: she has no scarring, anywhere. not at all like him. on her breasts and low on her belly are a scattering of beauty marks—all mostly on the right side of her body—and there are some faint, long stretch marks down the sides of her thighs and buttocks. which is hilarious, because she is very much not a tall woman. ]
Are you so parched, Herlock? [ she slips her tail between her thighs, glides it between her folds and over her clit, then brings it around her hip to lift his chin—just gently on its slickened curve ] Kiss these lips first. Please.
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for his inquisitive gaze: she has no scarring, anywhere. not at all like him. on her breasts and low on her belly are a scattering of beauty marks—all mostly on the right side of her body—and there are some faint, long stretch marks down the sides of her thighs and buttocks. which is hilarious, because she is very much not a tall woman. ]
Are you so parched, Herlock? [ she slips her tail between her thighs, glides it between her folds and over her clit, then brings it around her hip to lift his chin—just gently on its slickened curve ] Kiss these lips first. Please.