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Obsidian Forest
I could hardly believe my eyes. There was the girl who was just trying to kill me.. Laying on her back, massaging her sex for me. I was almost beside myself with erotic desire, as I crawled along toward her. She lifted her breast to her lips, and suckled on one of her nipples with a naughty ‘come hither’ expression. Come hither I did1 I stopped with my hand between her thighs, looking down, getting a good, close look as she rubbed her clit and massaged her labia with slow, gentle strokes, getting her fingers nice and glistening wet. I licked my lips slowly, and looked into her eyes. She wanted pleasure. I had gotten her worked up, and she very much needed it. So I slowly lowered myself, deciding to do something I was sure she’d never had in the wild. I began to lick. I slid my tongue over her sex while she was rubbing her clit with her fingertips, and she immediately moved her hand, inhaling deeply, as my tongue passed over that sweet slit again and again, her tart juices coating my tongue. I released along, shuddering sigh. I discovered that, while I had lost my memory, this had to have been my favorite sexual act. I pressed my powerful tongue between those swollen labia, letting them hug the sides of my tongue as it drew slowly from nearly her tail to the tip of her slit, the tip o my tongue teasing over her clit so much that she had to arch her back, her lips spread in pleasure, smiling as she caressed my ears. No, she surely had never had this before. I dipped my tongue into her, and hooked it forward, as it went deep, to spoon out her nectar into my eager mouth, and to tease and touch the slightly rough spot toward the front and middle of her deep channel. Her g-spot. This made her grab handfuls of leaves, clenching them, and pressing her cunny against my nose hard, wanting me to touch her there more. I happily obliged, letting my long, powerful tongue slide up and down that narrow, tangy channel, listening to her grunts and moans of pleasure. It doesn’t matter what language you speak, when you are being worked toward climax, there is nothing intelligible you can really say anyway. I felt so proud of what I was doing, also. The thought of just.. Giving her the best possible pleasure I could.. Made me feel like I was doing something really nice for her. Maybe she would help me after I was done, knowing that not only was I not going to hurt her, but I was able to really pleasure her beyond what she was capable of herself, and give her some fond memories and fantasies. I pressed the back of my tongue against her clit, and then teased her G-spot a little more eagerly with the tip of my tongue. I stroked her fondly, as she writhed in almost agonized pleasure under my tongue. I panted hotly over her sex, as I finally heard her squeal, cupping her breasts tightly, pinching her nipples as her back arched. My muzzle was flooded almost faster than I could relax, and I lapped eagerly at her sweet honey as it exploded from her, splashing my face. Having never enjoyed it like this, her climax was powerful! She writhed and turned, and panted and squealed as her cunny doused my face and neck, while I licked her eagerly, dragging my tongue over her sex again and again. Finally, I lifted my head, and got up on my knees. The lady vixen got up onto all fours as well, panting, and giving me a very predatory gaze. She took my throbbing cock into her hand, on her hands and knees in front of me now, stroking my length, looking at me longingly, licking her lips slowly and seductively.
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