[His tongue works, slipping in and out by the merest centimeters as she grinds against him. His face will be a right mess by the end of this; with each pass he feels as though she might drench him, a hyperbole that doesn’t feel so farfetched when her slick is mixing with his own saliva for his efforts.
Her hole… Right, the one she denied him.
He will lift his other hand, then, as he raises up her tail and gropes to press his fingertip against her hole. There, he finds that soft skin and slowly rubs in a circle, feeling her out.
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Her hole… Right, the one she denied him.
He will lift his other hand, then, as he raises up her tail and gropes to press his fingertip against her hole. There, he finds that soft skin and slowly rubs in a circle, feeling her out.
Again, eloquently-]
Mmmhh.