"So you know already whether or not looks are any indicator of reality."So you know already whether or not looks are any indicator of reality." I laughed and ducked back down to her cunny, tasting the pink folds that stuck out just a little from her furry labia. She purred softly as my tongue slid between her musky folds, probing deeper into her cunny. I wanted to taste her sweet juices; it had been nearly two years since M'Ress and I had last made love and I missed the way she tasted, the way she smelled. Her paws caressed the top of my head, stroking my hair softly as I licked her cunt. Her soft purring grew louder, her body vibrating with her pleasure as she growled, "Ken..." "Hmm?" I hummed softly from between her thighs, kissing her clit softly. She inhaled sharply at that. "I want something else," she moaned. "Like?" Her paw encircled my chin and pulled my head up; rather than let her pull my head free of my shoulders, I followed her tug until we were eye-to-eye. She kissed me softly, and I responded warmly. "I want you on your back. Move the sleeping bag." I balled up the cloth and threw it onto the cabin, lying down in the soft hammock-like weave of the netting. Ress slowly eased herself over my crotch and grabbed my still-soft shaft in her hand. "You're not hard," she pouted. "I have an intelligent dick," I smiled up at her. "It knows that if nobody's paying attention to it, it's not worth the effort of remaining erect." "Oh, really?" she asked, stroking it slowly with her fingertips. "I'm paying attention to it now. |