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Meredith was sure that somewhere in her lineage, she was Indian. Her taste for the food was uncanny and her appreciation for the culture bordered on that of a connoisseur. Perhaps she enjoyed the heat; or perhaps it was the way locals bent over backwards to be in the good graces of an elephant. Whatever her reasons were, Meredith enjoyed vacationing in India. Shedding the trivialities of daily life in favor of a week of hookahs, silk and the occasional curry in a fine hotel always rejuvenated her. Massages on her smooth hide with virgin oils and the scents of incense soothed her soul.

It was the third day of Meredith's three-week vacation. She as a tourist enjoyed shopping at the open markets as opposed to brick-and-mortar stores the likes of which she saw at home. Random junk and throwaway carpets became exotic baubles and priceless Indian tapestries to tourists. Meredith was on the lookout for things with which she could enjoy herself, however.

Over the din of the crowd, Meredith heard, with her great pachyderm ears, an argument. "It is not cheap to buy these oils! Maybe in red-white-and-blue America it is cheap, but not here!"

The altercation itself was far from interesting to Meredith, but oils were what she had been searching for. She neared the commotion tentatively and saw a red-faced young man facing the glares of a dozen locals. The young fellow started to turn away when the merchant began another diatribe. "Rude! Rude American boy, where are you going now? You would insult me by not buying my wares after you have fondled them? Rude!"

Meredith rolled her eyes. She hated the pushy ones. Most of them were decent, she noted - but the bossy ones were nightmares to the unassertive. Even then, she wasn't apt to stick up for other travelers, being on vacation. But this time she chose to take a chance, because the boy happened to be very cute with his foxy body and raccoon marks.

Before the foxcoon made another ill-advised attempt to defuse the situation again, Meredith stepped in and whispered a shush down into the boy's ear. To the merchant she asked, "What do these cost?" as she gestured to the oil in question.

The merchant tried to scowl at the fox. Meredith snared his eyes with her own withering gaze, and the merchant replied, shaken, "Six--, ah, six American dollars."

The elephant paid with money from her pocket, took the oil and spun playfully on her hoof. With a coquettish smile, she waggled the jar of oil at the young fox and said, "Come along with me."

"Where to? Why?" the boy asked.

Meredith chuckled and nudged him along until they were free of the market and its cacophony. Once they were at a quiet corner, she handed him the oil. "I hope you know what that is."

The fox smiled brightly. "It's massage oil, isn't it?"

"Indeed it is," the elephant winked. "They won't let you bring that on an airplane... And something tells me you're from America too."

"I am," he warily answered with a swish of his bushy, banded tail. "I'm backpacking across India. Spiritual journey, stuff like that..." he said without conviction. "I thought maybe I could trade this stuff. That reminds me, let me pay you back. Would you believe that guy wanted me to pay fifty bucks for this?"

Oh, I would, thought Meredith, but when the boy reached for his wallet, she gently took his wrist. "No need for that. But here's an idea," she giggled. "Tell me your name."

"I'm Desmond," he answered carefully. "You?"

"Meredith," she cooed. "Desmond, that's a cute name." She touched his pretty blonde hair, then petted through it. "Very cute. Very fitting a pretty boy like yourself."

"Oh, thanks," Desmond shyly replied, grinning stupidly. "And, um, what was your idea?"

"Hmm, I seem to have forgotten," Meredith lied, flicking her tail. "Walk with me, Desmond, talk with me. I'm looking for some incense."

Walking side by side, Meredith listened as Desmond spoke. The pseudo-spiritual nonsense he spouted was nearly enough to make her regret rescuing him, but beneath it she saw a cute young man obviously regretting the decisions which led him to India. Together they found and selected incense, with Meredith consulting Desmond's keen fox nose to help her make the ideal choice. When she found one which made him smile and sigh, she knew she'd found the right one.

With incense acquired and the oil in Desmond's paws, Meredith led the boy through the city, back to her hotel. For as much as Meredith enjoyed partaking in the local culture, she stayed only at five-star hotels. Desmond was awed by the opulence of the room. Silk curtains surrounded the bed for a mild love nest appearance and a curved section of the wall was in fact a window overlooking the city.

As Desmond looked through the glass, Meredith stepped up behind him and set her hands on his flanks. He shivered at her touch. "I haven't been, uh," he mumbled, "in a hotel this nice in all my life." He laughed. "Lately I've been sleeping in hovels. But it's so enlightening, you know?"

"Oh, absolutely," Meredith cheerfully lied again. She sniffed Desmond covertly. Without the chaff of the market, she realized that he was actually incredibly foul. All the cuteness in the world couldn't offset his smell. "How would you care to freshen up while you're here?" she chirped.

"Well, I'm pretty used to smelling like this, and it's not like anybody can tell out in the heat--," he was saying when Meredith ushered him along to the bathroom anyway. "Well, if you insist."

"I do," Meredith smiled. "You'll feel better."

As Desmond showered, Meredith briefly questioned just what she was about to do, yet ultimately she decided that the boy wouldn't mind. If he was simply naive, she was about to make a man out of him; and if he was gay, she might still appeal to him.

Desmond toweled off but couldn't find his smelly clothes in the bathroom. Instead he dressed in the terrycloth robe after reasoning that Meredith might not like him running around nude.

"Excuse me, Meredith?" he gently called. She wasn't anywhere he could see. Again he looked out the window. Now the sun was setting, covering the city in gorgeous orange radiance. He swayed his tail side to side as he watched in a trance - then the smell of the incense hit him. He turned sharply and saw Meredith in an outfit which dropped his jaw.

"I hope you feel refreshed, handsome," Meredith cooed. The garments she wore showed much hide yet obscured just enough to force the imagination to speculate. At its core the outfit was a string bikini, but a ruby-red silk loop hung from the top's cups and formed a half-loop hanging to her navel and drawing the eye, coaxing it to explore. A small silk curtain hung in front of the waistband of the thong in a similar effect to a loincloth. It hid the bulge of her penis just enough for the time being. "I hope you won't mind that I changed. This is much more comfortable, you see."

"Oh, I... I definitely see that," Desmond dumbly smiled. His cheeks glowed and his ears splayed down.

Meredith gingerly licked her lips and smiled. "Tell me, do you wish to partake of all of the Indian culture that you can?"

Desmond blinked and nodded. "Of course, absolutely. That's why I came all the way out here."

The pachyderm nodded back and gave a sway of her tail. "You haven't experienced the culture unless you've smoked a hookah," she calmly stated, gesturing to her own ornate hookah on the table.

"I thought that was a vase," Desmond admitted. Meredith laughed and set it on the floor near cushions made for sitting on. Careful to keep her legs folded and her package hidden, she sat and beckoned Desmond to sit too.

While the elephant lit it up, Desmond cautiously asked, "What's in it?"

"Water, a little tobacco," Meredith murmured. "A bit of hashish, too," she smiled, "but nothing harmful."

For the sake of demonstrating said harmlessness, Meredith took a long and smooth hit first. She sighed the smoke from her trunk and then her mouth. Desmond then gallantly took his hit. Evidently he was a virgin to hashish, for what merely enhanced Meredith's experience practically turned the boy into a slave. Seeing just how pliant the fox had become filled the elephant's mind with possibilities, all of them fun for both parties involved.

Snuffing the hookah out and riding her high gracefully, Meredith crooned to Desmond, "Why don't you take that robe off?"

"That sounds like a good idea," Desmond agreed, and he shucked the robe. Meredith then got a look at her perfect twink body, the antithesis to her healthy, fat curves. This contrast alone was cause for arousal, especially in her altered state. "What now?" the boy asked.

The elephant stood and walked to the table where she collected the oil. Desmond joined her, appearing coherent and coordinated but utterly deferent to her. She smiled and rubbed his cheek. "Now I'm going to lie down, and you'll rub this oil into my skin," she winked. "And whatever happens, happens."

Stoned but still harboring his masculine desires, Desmond smiled impishly. "You have a really nice figure," he blurted. "I like big girls."

Meredith was amused by the directness and elated at the news. "That's wonderful," she winked. "Over here, lovely."

Before she could turn away, Desmond grabbed the silk hanging from her breasts. She grinned toothily and backpedaled, leading him to the bed slowly. When she was nearly upon it, she playfully swatted his paw away. "Do you want this," she cooed, fingering the strings of the top, "to come off, dear?"

Desmond licked his lips hungrily. "Mmhmm," he rumbled, grinding his palms together. When Meredith recalled that tic later, she realized it was a raccoon mannerism.

The elephant sat on the bed. It sagged beneath her heavy weight but not too far. "Well then," said Meredith in a voice a hair above a whisper, "why don't you do something about it?"

The foxcoon was unabashedly erect. Meredith found the small, size of his uncut penis endearing, and though it was smaller than her preference, everything else about the boy made up his endowment. He leaned over her and bumped his nose to the bridge of her trunk. Clearly he was unaccustomed to kissing a pachyderm, but Meredith in turn was used to compensating. She tilted and turned her head then pulled him closer for a gentle kiss on the lips.

Desmond grasped the cups of the bikini. At first his paws closed around Meredith's full breasts as she expected them to. He kneaded her through and around the thin cups and the textures of his young paws pleased her greatly. To tease, she held her breasts from below and pushed them higher. Desmond's fingers crept further across them, then dug into the smooth hide a bit and dimpled it. She was still damp with a little sweat from the day, and his pads slipped on her skin.

"Your paws are lovely," she sighed.

In return, Meredith expected something blunt and piggish from the high fox. She even hoped for it. Desmond pleasantly startled her when he effused, "You have an amazing figure. I've never been with a woman half as beautiful."

"Oh, my," Meredith giggled, blushing immediately. "You're a charmer."

Desmond smiled. He slid his fingers between her hide and the strings of the top and pulled it down around her abdomen. Once her thick breasts were fully bared and her muted pink nipples stood out, Desmond uttered some lurid noise. His penis spat a wad of pre which he seemed unaware of, but Meredith noticed it because it splattered on her knee. She chose not to make a point of it.

The foxcoon kissed her on the lips again then chained his amorous smooches down her neck, moving smoothly then along the top of a breast. He swirled his velvet tongue around the areola before locking lips on the nub, and he suckled and pinched it between his foremost teeth. Meredith shivered and pressed her thighs closer together to smother her growing erection. "Oh, you're excellent with your tongue," she warmly said, then added with an admonishing chuckle, "I wonder now if we'll ever get to that massage."

"Oh... Oh, the massage," Desmond murmured, his lips still on her breast. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," said the elephant, touching gently the sides of his neck. "This is wonderful."

The thought of running his paws along Meredith's body as it gleamed from sweat and tensed beneath his fingers left Desmond salivating. He pecked the elephant on the cheek and cooed to her, "Really, though, lie down for me, please. I'd love to massage you now."

"If you insist," she beamed, scooting back on the bed. She undid the dislodged bikini top and tossed it aside, then twisted around and draped herself on the bed face-down, keeping her penis hidden between her belly and the sheets. Her scrotum was a fair bit more difficult to hide, but her plump thighs, which did not have a gap at an idle, provided cover. She didn't put much more thought into keeping her secret, for her backside was bare; and if she knew anything about foxes, Desmond would be keenly interested in her fat ass.

With the jar of oil in his paw, Desmond knelt and straddled her thighs. She felt his genitals against her hide and longed for his little shaft inside of her. Soon enough, she thought. First came a massage, then some secrets had to be revealed, and then came the sweet release.

Desmond unscrewed the lid and drizzled cool, slippery oil all over her back, making her hide glisten in a way sweat alone couldn't accomplish. He went to work with fingers which Meredith found eager, and perhaps a bit sloppy because of it. It was the thought that counted, though Desmond quickly found his groove. He mildly kneaded her supple hide, rubbing the oil thin around her body. The pachyderm let out a relaxed and wiggled her tuft-tipped tail, brushing it by chance across his face.

"You can rub harder than that," she gently told him.

Desmond obliged, smiling awkwardly. He scooted forward and bumped his groin against the curve of her rear. Meredith decided that he had done so purposefully. With intent to tease her admirer, she wriggled her plush ass back against him and sleazily asked, "I'm sure you're dying to rub that, aren't you?"

"Oh, rub what?" Desmond murmured, made self-conscious. "Your--, your butt?" he giggled. "Maybe..."

Maybe? Oh, as if, Meredith snidely thought. She kept her remarks to herself and sweetly brushed her tail under his snout, purposefully this time. "Mmm, your paws, they're just so nice and soft. I love your pads. Don't be shy with that oil, now, it's so good for the skin - yours and mine."

"So I've heard," Desmond said, liberally adding more and rubbing it in with his familiar, soft touch. A creature with so much smooth hide benefited greatly from such a coating and Desmond found her more irresistible than ever. Content in the lovely elephant's company, Desmond draped himself over her and kissed the back of her head. He nuzzled into one of her large ears then and licked playfully along its rim.

Meredith flicked her ear and laughed. "Just what do you think you're doing?" she teased.

"You're just so pretty," Desmond shamefully said. "May I rub lower?"

"I know you mean my behind," the elephant smiled. "And yes - a cutie like you? You can do anything you want."

"You're very generous," the foxcoon remarked.

Meredith turned her head and looked back at Desmond, watching with an ongoing smile as he straddled her thighs again and drizzled oil on her cheeks. "I was very pleased with your open-mindedness concerning that hookah business," she said in carefully measured tones, shifting slightly, and shivering when the cool oil trickled down into the crack of her ass. "But then, backpacking across India would suggest you're a very tolerant fellow, wouldn't it?"

"Well," Desmond said modestly, "I'd like to think I'm tolerant, sure." As if unsure how to begin, he first clutched Meredith's cheeks in a paw each and squeezed until the flesh dimpled. Then he rubbed their curves, diffusing the drizzle of oil around her hide into an even coat. He did so with reverence, sometimes in symmetrical rubs and sometimes alternating, but never randomly. He felt that Meredith's flawless behind deserved more respect than that.

Let's see what happens, Meredith thought with a rueful grin. "Excuse me, Desmond... Let me just spread my legs a little. I'm getting a bit stiff."

"Oh, of course!" Desmond brightly answered. He moved aside, resting a paw on Meredith's hip, not wishing to let her go. He watched as she eased her thighs apart, then dully blinked at the sight of her thick scrotum. But he promptly returned to his former position, kneeling between her legs instead of straddling them. "You're an--," he grappled for words and came up with something inelegant, "an in-between?" There was no malice or disgust in his tone.

"Mhm," Meredith answered just as calmly as he said it. "That doesn't offend you?"

"Not in the least," Desmond cooed. With some things already bared to him, Desmond eased her rump cheeks apart and exposed the perfect pucker of her anus. Smiling mischievously, he asked in a voice suited for requesting a cookie, "Can I taste you?"

The elephant trailed her tongue along her lips. Saving Desmond was, most definitely, a good choice. "You adorable fox," she sweetly laughed. "Didn't I already say you can do anything you want?"

"I'll keep that in mind from now on," Desmond tittered. He surprised Meredith just slightly when he started on the flesh of her sack. He lapped her heavy balls with his delicate tongue then dragged it along the run of her taint. This sent a tingle up Meredith's spine, but it manifested most obviously in a swish of her tail. As he neared her pucker, his pace slowed. He slurped across the wrinkled, pink flesh and drew in her mild scent, which played with his nose and made him coo. Gently he probed the rim with the tip of his tongue, all to Meredith's outspoken pleasure.

"Oh, that feels good, very good," she shivered. "You're such a doll."

Desmond put on a lopsided grin, but he couldn't think up a reply worth interrupting his work for. He notched the tip of his tongue into the pucker and wriggled it down inside, but without much effort, for he let his tongue be pushed back, but then he pressed the broad middle of his tongue flat against the orifice and dragged it up slowly. As he delivered this lap, Meredith trembled and outright moaned. The fox nibbled the base of her tail then, and he unhanded the cheeks, letting them clap together. "I could do this all day," he sighed.

"I wouldn't mind that," Meredith spoke with a dreamy quality. Her erection throbbed beneath her belly. "Ah, but," she chuckled as Desmond eased her cheeks apart and made another pass with his tongue, "I feel it's my turn to do something for you."

The foxcoon interrupted a perfectly good lick with an equally serviceable kiss on the pucker. Speaking largely into her behind, he murmured, "You don't have to do anything special for me."

"Hmm, no?" Meredith giggled. "Well then... Perhaps you'd like to do something for yourself."

Desmond pulled his snout back just enough that he was able to nose against the cleft of Meredith's ass, licking shallowly where the cheeks met. He seemed to be appreciating the overall shape of her behind. "Like what?" he asked, not giving his words much thought.

"You're a handsome young man with needs - needs which I understand all too well," Meredith luridly said. She flicked her tail and looked back at him. "I'd say you've more than earned the right to fuck me."

A cute, awkward smile spread across Desmond's snout. "Not the other way around?" he asked, but before Meredith could change her mind, he got up on his knees and straddled the curves of her behind.

"Not really my thing," she smiled. "Besides, you seem to appreciate my butt. I know you'll treat it right," said the elephant with a wink.

"I'd kinda started to think this backpacking thing was a bad idea," Desmond admitted. His small penis slipped into Meredith's ass crack, helped along by the thin coat of oil and what drool he had left behind. "But I don't regret a thing now."

The elephant grinned. Desmond caught only a glimpse of it before she changed it to something more sweet and mellow. "Things play out in mysterious ways," she shrugged. "I wouldn't be crude enough to say it's some matter of fate that you're grinding against my butt," she snickered, "but it's definitely more fun than sleeping in a hovel with no air conditioning, isn't it?"

Desmond smiled slyly in return, then directed his eyes down to the elephant's rear. Again he pulled apart her cheeks, and with her wet pucker exposed, he pressed his tip against it. Slowly and carefully, Desmond penetrated Meredith whom dispensed a long sigh and closed her eyes. His small size was no particular challenge to the pachyderm and he was aware of it; but he didn't feel guilty about bottoming out so quickly. "I just love your--, you know," he chuckled, "your butt. It's thick."

"Fat, say it," Meredith chuckled back at him. She brushed the tuft of her tail under his chin again.

"Mm, fine, I love your fat, round ass," Desmond emphatically growled. "Is that better?"

"All is right in the world now," Meredith dryly said. "Go on, cutie. Have me. You've been gentle enough."

"Oh, I just hope you can handle me," Desmond tutted, easing back. He shuddered from the feeling of her velvet walls gripping his shaft, which for the moment cooperated with his exit, only to defy him when he pushed back in. That resistance made him groan. "God," he shuddered. "Sorry it's not more impressive."

Meredith laughed sweetly. "I don't mind one bit," she said, peering back at him, wearing still her playful smile. "I have a thing for boys like you."

Feeling self-conscious, Desmond quietly eased back and ground in yet again, setting up a rhythm Meredith found quick and pleasant. "I think, maybe, the hash is wearing off," he eventually mumbled.

"It seems that way," Meredith admitted. "But maybe it's better like this," she smiled. "I'm quite happy to see you're this interested in my body without being baked..."

Desmond braced his palms on Meredith's shoulders. He vigorously humped her thick, shimmering ass, making the oiled hide jiggle hypnotically. "Ah, it was pretty much love at first sight there in the market. The hash just helped me loosen up, I guess."

The elephant gently huffed through her nostrils and closed her eyes. Her thick erection throbbed between herself and the bed, staining the sheets with copious amounts of precum. "You're an excellent little lover," she sighed. "Would you care to have me on my back?"

"Honestly, I'd love to have you any way I can," Desmond lamely remarked. After a few bucks more, he reluctantly left her body. As if to give the pucker a farewell even for so brief a time, he wedged the cheeks apart yet again and gave her rim a kiss. In spite of his small size, he had left her subtly gaped, and the muscle of the ring had gained a delectable swell. He lengthened his kiss into a suckle, then pulled away with a sigh. "You're perfect."

"Hardly," Meredith calmly said, sitting up, "but it's nice to be told such things."

Sitting near Desmond, Meredith took a moment to examine his lovely twink form. His own eyes had fallen to her penis. She smiled and set her hand on his shoulder, then reached up and slid her digits down through his blonde locks. "I love your hair, dear."

"Thanks," Desmond sheepishly giggled. "Most people do. It doesn't mean as much from them, though," he noted, grinning. In a sudden movement coming as a surprise to Meredith, Desmond leaned in close and wrapped first his paw, then his mouth about her swollen penis. Its large, muted pink shape was new to him, being a pachyderm member, but he adjusted to it fast. His eager suckles made Meredith huff and moan.

"Mmm, oh! And here I thought it was just my butt you were crazy for," the elephant tutted, feigning disappointment. She held Desmond's head and gently stroked the back of it and down his neck, repeating the loving stroke again and again. Her pre shot into his warm maw in heavy ropes, and her tail swished in delight, in itself an answer to the serpentine sways and twists of Desmond's very long and fluffy tail.

Desmond reached up between Meredith's thighs and clutched her heavy balls. He kneaded them inelegantly for they were too big to fit neatly in his palm, though the elephant couldn't help but smile at the care he took. "So attentive," she sighed, her voice warm and content. In the same tone, she requested of him, "Desmond, sweetie, lie back."

It took the foxcoon a moment to ease off of Meredith's cock. She found his short latencies cute; he was always too involved to simply end his tasks then and there. "Mm, you want me to lie back?" he asked, smiling slyly. He obliged without coercion - but as Meredith expected, he started to present himself by parting his legs and lifting them for her.

"No, dear," she fondly laughed, grabbing his legs at the knees and pushing them onto the bed. She then scooted over top of Desmond, dimpling the mattress with her knees either side of him. She pushed her fat behind down on his hips and, with the help of a guiding hand, again felt his small cock against her pucker. It took her no effort at all to take him in again, and when she did, Desmond moaned out to her and grasped her full hips, then trailed his fingers down her thighs. "Ah, yes, so nice. You deserve to be taken care of," Meredith purred, starting to ride.

Despite her attitude, Meredith was not particularly gentle nor selfless. Her ride was fast, and could have even been described as harsh. The plush curves of her ass cheeks smacked against Desmond's slim pelvis over and over while the foxcoon gasped and moaned beneath. Often she clenched upon his penis to compensate for its meager size, and in doing so treated them both to much pleasure. Hanging over Desmond's body, spitting pre almost constantly, was the elephant's great phallus. It should have looked offensive and wrong, but to Desmond, it added to Meredith's staggering beauty, for such was the thinking of a slutty fox. He grasped her member and masturbated her briskly.

"God, yes," sighed Meredith, arching her back and pouting her thick breasts out. They hung mostly pert, only slightly pulled into a teardrop droop by their own weight. The shapes were still terribly alluring and Desmond reached up to fondle them with his free paw, making a point of grinding his palm pad into the nipples.

"Oh, touch me, dear," she gushed, bouncing proudly. She touched the lovely boy in return, stroking his chest and sluicing his fluffy coat through her digits. "You're such a pretty thing," she puffed, tweaking one of his pert, pink nipples. He let loose a slutty sound for her and arched up into her bounces. "Mmh, you might--," she gasped, then had a little laugh, "want to close your eyes...!"

Desmond bit his lip and took in Meredith's fine, full body just a moment longer. Every curve, every jiggle of chubby flesh, the smile on her face and the blush on her cheeks all served to draw him in. He wanted nothing but to live in the moment forever, but then he felt her buck and heard her deep groan. She clenched violently upon him and coaxed a strained grunt from his lips.

He squeezed his eyelids shut and felt the first rope of her cum splatter across his chest and chin. The next made a sticky mess of his face, and he licked his lips and cooed at the flavor of her semen. Each spurt then on was weaker than the last all the way down to a thick drool, which then became a drip with each throb of her member.

Pleasure coursed through Meredith's body but never immobilized her. She gently swatted his paw away from her penis as the orgasm subsided and the afterglow began. "Stop, stop, that's enough," she quietly, lovingly puffed. "I'm too sensitive for that now."

"I'm sorry," Desmond bleated, opening his eyes in just a squint.

Meredith's semen clumped in his fur and hair, making him appear very well-used, but she looked through the sluttish appearance and saw the same cute twink whom she had rescued. She leaned over him, grinding down into his hips with more determination than ever. "Don't be sorry," she breathed, giving him a fast, somewhat awkward kiss. She licked a patch of her mess from his cheek. "You have nothing to apologize about, you've been perfect tonight."

Desmond wrapped his arms around Meredith, intent to hold her close, but she eased out of his embrace and kept riding with strength and grace. "God, oh gawd," the foxcoon quaked, "I'm close! I'm not gonna last anymore...!"

"Good," Meredith purred. "Go ahead, cutie, don't hold back for me... I'm already impressed," she slyly cooed.

The twink's eyes drifted shut almost peacefully just before his face scrunched into a grimace. Meredith was primally thrilled by the sight of clenching teeth, a silent snarl fitting such a deceptively skilled lover. In the same manner that he loved so her curvature and slyness, Meredith adored the inoffensiveness of his body. More pragmatically, however, Meredith was feeling fatigue from a long, hot day and a fuck to cap it off; the high of her afterglow was wearing thin and with it came tiredness. She wanted to hold the boy close and sleep against his fuzzy body. And finally, he finished.

"Oh, fuck," Desmond said in a blatant whimper. His toes curled. The snarl worsened, showing pink gums. His release was in proportion to his endowment, which was to say modest, but delivered earnestly. As she felt the boy's spunk, Meredith smiled dreamily and her eyelids drifted closed. She bounced on him slowly for a few moments longer, riding out the spasms of his shaft as he had his well-earned release.

Damp with sweat and backside gleaming from well-applied oil, Meredith let her ride come to a gentle end, and she draped her strong body over Desmond without resting her weight on him. With more attention and care than during the lay itself, she kissed him and welcomed his silky tongue into her maw. She suckled it and crooned to him, and was delighted when he stroked down her back, then up her flanks, and ultimately cupped her breasts.

When the kiss ended, Meredith huffed hotly with Desmond. They shared breath and made each other a little dizzy in doing so, and then he nuzzled into her trunk. "That was something else," he said to her, completely awed and unfailingly reverent.

Meredith giggled quietly. She pecked his cheek and eased off of him. It was pathetically easy; he was already flaccid. She reached for the lamp on the nightstand and turned it off. Choosing not to spoil the moment with any further words, she held him as though he were a teddy bear. His head came to rest upon her full breasts, and they fell into sleep within seconds of each other.