❥ // Sorry y’all, really tired. Going to bed.

Perhaps the two can make it a reality? Just thinking about it has already driven her crazy. She’ll certainly obey... Sometimes.

She would slip her arms around the jackal, nuzzling her body into his, her head resting against his chest. Much better. She definitely wasn’t shy.

The kitten surely wasn’t shy and she was down for it. Her body would squirm above him, her very eager slit grinding against his cock. A smirk on her face, “What’re you waiting for sweetheart?”

“Being called cute by such a devilishly handsome fella as yourself is an honor. And a dangerous game to play. Thank you.”

❥ // At work, so slow replies.

“Is that right, my dear? Maybe you should show me.” She’d smirk, returning the playful wink.

Such tender touches, a rarity for the vixen. This made her smile, and nuzzle in close. Her digits gently tracing along his fur down his neck, and chest. Admiring.

One shouldn’t talk such things they cannot promise will happen. Unless of course, they do? Sooner rather than later. She’d be ready to partake in such disciplines soon.

A slight tremble, enjoying such tender actions. Her arm soon slipped over his side, allowing herself to pull closer, pressing her naked body against him. A single digit tracing along his back now, keeping the embrace soft, but methodical.

Stretch, yaaaaawn. The vixen is awake from her nap, and terribly horny. Guess its time to take care of that.

“It’d be my pleasure.” She took no time, no hesitation. Almost too eagerly, she sat herself upon his lap, an arm slipped around his neck to keep herself stable and her legs straddled his waist.

❥ // RP replies in a bit, not really feeling it right now. Really sorry.

❥ // Getting to replies now!

A soft, barely audible gasp slipped from her lips. Digits would squeeze his shoulders, teeth sinking into her bottom lip. “Perhaps I should misbehave then? See what you’re capable of.” She’d tease, testing the waters.

The smack was enough to cause her to squeak, digits squeezing his shoulders to the sudden jolt of pain. She could get used to that. “Yes, sir.” She spoke soft, her gaze locked on his - craving more of him now.

Slow, tender sex is a sudden mood.

A loss of breath, she’d shudder in his grasp. Her grip would ease, and digits soon glided along his neck before she forced herself closer. She wanted to tug away, to disobey, but she resisted- for now. “Perhaps so, but I may need more convincing...”