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When he's away... - Early Access - Animation
🕑 Added 2024-03-11 18:01:44 +0000 UTCIt's a sad day when T. isn't around... but A. makes do! This time the post is accompanied by a short story of its own! Hope you all enjoy the read and leave a like if you want us to do more short stories!
"Her fingers slowly began to slide alongside the rim of the tight, white laced panties that she had worn, before they had drifted in between her legs, sliding alongside the fabric and length of her womanhood. She could feel her finger drench with wetness through the panties as her mind echoed the same sentiment her body had felt for most of the day by now. She was horny. Oh so horny.
So her fingers would hook in the rim of the panties as she slowly slid them down and cast them aside, only for her digits to part her lower lips, which remained connected by strings of her own wetness. Every touch felt like fire - a need so dire that it had to be extinguished, one way or another.
Her breaths grew heavier as the anticipation of pleasure arose and yet again her hand would drift to the side, this time to peruse her tomestone and to set the mood more proper, as she browsed across it for a very specific picture, that of T's manhood, one that she soon found as her fangs burrowed deeper in her lip at its sight. She did not realize it, but she bit her lip, clean and through to the point that a trickle of blood had come from it.
Once the mood had been set, her slender fingers trailed down to her clit as she began to ever so slowly stroke it, murring softly to herself with hitched breaths, yet her eyes - her eyes had honed in on her tail. It was phallic enough to serve her needs and with the selfsame set of cautious eyes, she had looked about to make sure she had been alone...
She was. No one would see her. No one would know. It felt wrong to use ones tails for such purposes... but oh so right at the same time, so her hand took a pause, as her tail took its place, at first, a few, gentle teasing rubs, the texture of the smoothened scales felt pleasant against such a sensitive bundle of nerves, enough for her to close her eyes and let herself experience the feeling in a more intimate setting by herself.
Yet soon enough, a restlessness would take hold. She needed more and so her tail would find itself pivoted to the entrance of her womanhood, where it would risk a few gentle prods at first with her breathing growing only heavier each moment, before a plunge was finally risked inside of the cupid like tip and a shrill moan had followed.
A. had found something new she liked, something that would bring her delightful pleasure on this night, as the tail began to thrust, onwards and ever onwards - with slick strings of wetness drooping from tail to bed and to thigh. A mess she would make... a mess she could clean later - for right now... this had felt a bit too good..."
