She doesn’t know how much longer she can keep those eggs down there. . .
With her body practically on fire she can hardly go a single second without a drop of sweat hitting the ground below her. . .
She… . . . Yeah that’d probably be for the best, as long as they’re gentle with her (especially around the hips) she should be able to get them out carefully. . .
But by the looks of how she’s already starting to begin hyperventilating …
She doesn’t have long…
A squeal echoing out before it quickly turned into a clicking purr, each little bit of pressure against that sweaty body made those little hips puuush into the sand. . .
“Huuuu. . .”
Toes curling, hands grabbing at the sand. . .
It was seconds from starting. . .