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The hare licked his lips, swallowed, and rolled back and forth on his footpaws shortly after hooking his thumbs back into his pants pockets. This had become a fairly regular thing, sure, but actually going forward and doing it still made him a bit nervous. Only at first, though: in a moment Lavinia would come through that door and probably glare and growl at him like she always did, and once he could feel her paws on his shoulders and body, her claws digging into his arm or his leg to drag him into her bedroom... well, it was all routine from there, and he could get behind routine. Especially when _she_was the one guiding that routine, as she did with everything beneath her roof.

Lavinia could be difficult at best, but honestly, that was why this hare kept coming back. The way she crossed her arms and looked him up and down, the way she verbally - and sometimes physically - tore into him, the little snarl beneath her voice, the half-forced lashing of her tail when he tried to obey her commands to the best of his ability... always room to improve, always somewhere to get better. Naturally it had been a bit difficult finding a good medium for that, something that he was comfortable with receiving and that she was comfortable with doling out, but over time the two had gotten to that point, and now... of course he'd never say it where she could hear, but he felt she drew as much pleasure out of it as he himself did, if the shirt he'd worn two visits ago could provide any evidence: he'd washed it three times since then and could still smell her on it. Though, then again, he had kept it at the foot of his bed for two weeks after the visit, just so he could bury his nose in its folds just as he had in hers, to drink deep of that scent that just scent such a shiver down his back and always made him-

"Mm." Her voice yanked him out of his thoughts with a small jump, and sure enough there she stood, leaning against one side of the threshold with her... her arms crossed below her plump and bare breasts. Naturally his eyes drifted down her body, over the pattern of open rosettes as they tightened into solid spots down along the leopard's lower chest and belly, flat and firm with solid abs lurking just beneath that pelt, and... he swallowed. "Late again. As always. Christ, Mike, if you keep this up I'll start thinking you don't fuckin' respect me." Lavinia jerked her head back over her shoulder. "Get in here. I've already got everything ready."

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Another swallow. He waited a moment before stepping forward to follow, her long tail swishing impatiently back and forth above the firm rear with which he'd long since become well-acquainted, and made sure to close the door behind him - he'd checked his phone after ringing the doorbell, and while that had showed him to be a full seven minutes before their agreed time, Lavinia of course was right. He'd learned that lesson quite early on.

The sway of her well-set hips, the slight movement of her shoulders beneath golden fur shadowed in black... every part of her, Mike admired, and every part of her, he'd worshipped before. Every part. He had intimate knowledge of each of those muscles tensing and relaxing as she walked, with the base of her tail as it flicked and swayed, with her firm thighs that rubbed gently against one another with each step... those could squeeze hard enough to crack a bone, just about. A skull, to be precise. Not that he minded.

The leopard led him right down the hall and into the master bedroom, also a place that Mike knew well; the first thing to catch his eye other than the still-unmade bed was the sheet of plastic that she'd laid out across the carpeted floor, a little bit past the foot of the bed. That, too, was something he'd seen before, and though he'd hoped that she'd bring it out, he hadn't necessarily expected it: Lavinia did what she wanted during their scheduled playdates, and often surprised her little toy with her choices.

Little. That gave him a smirk, even when her spinning around over the tarp snapped him to attention again. She placed one paw on her hip and jerked her other thumb out to the side, motioning for him to undress. As usual, Mike moved to obey as quickly as he could, wasting no time in pulling his shirt off over his head and then undoing hid fly, to pull his pants and underwear down his legs... and past his soft length, and then knees right after. Mike avoided wearing shorts if he could, since any sort of _encouragement_would often cause his endowment to hang heavily down out of one of the legs; "little" was a word that Lavinia had never once used with him.

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Even before he'd kicked them off his footpaw, the leopard had already started in on her routine. "Ugh. God. Every time I see this thing..." Swiftly she crossed the mat towards him, draping one firmly-muscled arm around his shoulder and reaching down with the other to cup his sack in her paw. "Where do you even get off, walking around with this bullshit in there? Bet you love showing it off at the gym, don't you? Fuckin' - ugh." That paw trailed up towards the base of his shaft, lifting it up and away from his body; Lavinia had to bend and pull her arm back to balance his head along her fingers, rolling her fingerpads back and forth along his supple foreskin. "You know, Mike, nobody actually likes pornstar junk like this shit."

"I-" Shiver, gentle moan, swallow. Lavinia rolled that skin back with a pair of fingers and her thumb, frowned and wrinkled her nose, and then slid it back up. "I know. You've told me."

This time his jump came from her paw squeezing around his cock - or, at least, squeezing as much as it could. Lavinia couldn't quite close her fingers around his girth. "Don't get sassy with me. I know you take every chance you get to show off that fucking thing; just look at these..." Her other arm unwrapped from around his shoulders and squeezed in along his bare chest, fingerpads pressing at his own lines of muscle, pecs, abs. He _did_hit the gym every now and then, but of course he kept his mouth shut on the leopard's little jabs. "Halfway between a swimmer's build and a weightlifter's. The hell are you doing? Who are you trying to impress? All those boys you ogle in the bathrooms, huh?"

There it was. This was Lavinia's favorite part of her whole routine, and right on cue, she slid her one paw to the base of his shaft, pulling his foreskin back again as she went, and tightened her other on his shoulder to push him down to his knees.

"Just - get down, fag. Let's see how gay you really are." The leopard stepped one leg over his shoulder and reached down to spread herself between two fingers, Mike's eyes - and nose - immediately fixating on what she had to show off. It certainly looked as though she'd spent some time preparing herself before his arrival, judging by the thick slickness clinging to the fresh pink flesh of her sex, and the little strings that hung between her lips as she spread herself; she continued to lean in over him until he had no choice but to drop down to his elbows, and even then, Lavinia continued to squat down over his face. "Just like last time, yeah? What are you - _waiting_for?"

With this last, she closed the distance between her body and his face, immediately and quite firmly grinding herself against the hare's short muzzle, wiping up along his lips and nose and sliding that slickness over into his fur. Mike swallowed and breathed when he could between the rhythm of her hips, one paw tight on the back of his head to hold him in place as the leopard used him, pulling his nose down against her clit and pushing it up and over, briefly enveloping the end of his muzzle in her plump lips, and then pulling back with a slick schlick to start again, thick strands of her arousal already hanging between his lips and hers.

Of course he tried to lick when he could, too, and reached up to spread her with one thumb while she continued to grind against him, to give himself a better angle to focus on. Very quickly he got lost in the work, trying to balance breathing with licking, swallowing with tilting his head back each time she drew back for another thrust. Even between the rustling of her footpaws on the plastic sheet and his own panting, a low, dissatisfied growl began rumbling in the leopard's throat, more audible from this position when she didn't have a soft moan hanging at the end of her tongue.

"I always forget..." Lavinia moved to lower herself to her knees, forcing Mike to lie down across the sheet beneath him. His eyes widened with the sudden wet heat and pressure sinking down onto his mouth, the leopard settling herself into one of her other favorite places: using his face as a seat. This forced him to breathe through his nose, drawing in her rich, familiar scent again and again while he worked his tongue against her, pressing and digging up into warm wet slickness and back against her own continued rhythm. "You're awful at giving oral. Don't get a lot of practice on women, do you? It's like..." Her paw ran through the fur atop his head and briefly rubbed behind his long ears, giving the hare a full-body shiver. He loved that. "Like you're not even trying. You know what? Fuck it. I bet you're a lot better acquainted with..."

After another moment she drew up off of his muzzle, giving him only enough time to draw his tongue over his slick, sticky lips and swallow down her taste before the leopard drew forward a little bit. As she straightened up she hiked her tail as far as she could, and overshot her angle a little bit... though, knowing her, that was probably to give Mike a good view of his next meal before she allowed him to dig in: her fur shortened and gave way to smooth skin right beneath that tail, and that promptly puckered up to squeeze around the point of her tailhole, already twitching and clenching every now and then with her eagerness. Her other paw came back to grab at her rump and spread herself, stretching that tailhole just a little bit in the direction of her fingers and showing soft pink right within - and then she sat herself right back down, this time with that hot, soft skin against Mike's lips and his nose buried right where his mouth had been a moment before. Couldn't inhale too deeply, despite how much he wanted to, as he'd risk breathing in those delicious wet drips already rolling down the side of his muzzle, and that he could feel soaking his chin... Lavinia had _always_been particularly productive, in that realm.

Still, though, he couldn't dwell on her superior beauty too much, or else risk annoying her further and bringing more so-called punishment down on himself. The hare slid his paw between his maw and her rump, running the pad of his thumb up against the pucker of her tailhole - it squeezed against the touch - and then pulling her partially open so he could start to swirl his tongue over and around those ridges and in towards the tight center. Not that either of those would be particularly unwelcome, of course: he loved the way she berated and bit at him, and she knew he loved it. That was a big part of why this whole thing worked.

Even now, balanced on the balls of her footpaws and lurching forward and back either with unsteadiness or in pushing her rear down against the hare's pursed lips and exploring tongue, she chuckled and shook her head at his efforts. Lavinia gritted her teeth, rumbled softly, pressed down more firmly and clenched around the probing tip of his tongue... then started rubbing at her slick clit with a pair of fingers, at the same time circling her lips right along the hare's nose. His eyes fluttered open to watch for a moment, then flicked up to her muzzle past her breasts - and then back down to his focus.

Lavinia had given his tongue more of a workout than it had ever had prior to when the two had started having these little sessions, and yet he could still start to feel the familiar ache and soreness at the back of his tongue and jaw before too long, from constantly dragging up across her tailhole and kissing her pucker, from swirling and digging and suckling at the warmth just past her rim and in the few seconds she gave when relaxing or pushing instead of squeezing and clenching.

Those times came further and further apart, though, the more she rubbed at herself, the leopard finally settling back down onto her knees as well as her footpaws so she could focus more fully on her own self-pleasure. Mike thought about grabbing her thighs to pull her down against him - though he had trouble finding the time to breathe with her pushing forward and down against his muzzle like this, he deeply enjoyed it - but then changed his mind, recalling what had happened the _last_time he'd touched her without her permission. Everything had to be by Lavinia's command.

Well, just about everything. After another moment the leopard started to tense up and shiver, legs shaking and tailhole squeezing harder than before... and Mike managed to wriggled out from underneath her just in time for the first spray of her orgasm to empty out across his muzzle, the sound of the splash of it across the plastic beneath his back hidden underneath Lavinia's heavy moan. Then another right against his waiting maw, a bit weaker, and a third that came as more of a dribble... and the leopard leaned back over his chest, shifting her posture to sit against his sternum, and kept herself spread between two fingers.

He'd thought that she might've put the plastic out just for that, since she'd stained one of her chairs from nearly across the room before when she came, but the glimmer in her eyes and set to her mouth told him otherwise. Those also told him to keep his mouth open, and to pull himself up onto his elbows: the hare managed to swallow down her taste and take a deep breath of air fresh yet heavy with the leopard's scent, before she gave him yet another mouthful.

This one, however, started as a slow stream at the tail end of her final squirt and then quickly picked up, the leopard panting in relief as she drained herself out across her toy's face and maw. Stronger, slightly more acrid taste of fresh piss bit into his tongue and warmed his throat, and he loved every second of it, even - especially- as it dribbled down out of the corners of his mouth and across his chin, dripped down his neck, soaked into his fur. Sometimes there wasn't that little pause in between; those times she'd just hold his head, right behind his ears, down between her thighs and grind, grind, grind, first jerking against his face as she rolled over her peak, then pressing forward a little more relaxed as she went right into emptying her bladder into his throat as well. Mike closed his mouth for a moment, hot stench curling into his nose and taste bubbling against his lips, and swallowed down that mark...

...and Lavinia smirked, watching him drink her piss. The first few times she'd surprised him with that it had ended up all the fuck over his face and the floor beneath him, hence the plastic sheet this time - though since then she'd gotten better at aiming. The boy made for great target practice. Now that she felt lighter in a couple of different ways, the leopard drew her paws up through her short, soft bellyfur to caress her breasts, then lowered them back down to drag her fingerpads through her still-dripping lips, and finally lifted herself up off of the hare's chest. Then she turned around, intentionally keeping her tail raised and her body angled - she could feel the thick wetness of his saliva against her tailhole, rolling down the side of her cheek - and then immediately shook her head and clicked her tongue again.

"Yep." The hare beneath her gave a small jerk when she lightly pressed her footpaw down against that hulking beast of a cock, immensely warm, skin like soft silk. Heel to toe, with space along the shaft to spare. "That's just what I thought. You got the honor of tasting my pussy and ass, and you're still soft." Not that he really had much of a distance to go once he got hard, but that wasn't something he needed to hear from her. "Really that gay, huh? Can't even enjoy a good-ass treat."

Lavinia still watched his shaft, grinding softly against his belly and lower chest underneath her footpaw, but her ears flicked back to catch the hare's little gasps and noises and attempts at explanation.

She rolled her eyes. "Shut up." After another moment, then, the leopard removed her footpaw and took a step away from the hare, taking care to stand clear of the faint yellow puddle gathered in the middle of the plastic sheet. "On all fours. Now."

Good to see that he still had the sense to swiftly obey, if after taking a second to wipe her various liquids off of his mouth. That heavy shaft hung down between his thighs, nearly dragging across the plastic sheet once he'd gotten into position; Lavinia smirked again, making sure he didn't see it, and dropped back down to her knees behind him. This time she watched for his reaction when she reached forward and took that thing in one paw, then wrapped her fingers around the base of his sack and gave a soft tug: as expected Mike jumped a little bit, then licked his lips, swallowed, and glanced back at her.

"God." With slow, tight strokes, she could feel the gathered heat of his sweat and musk throughout the day, a thin, almost greasy layer spread across that supple skin, with the heat radiating off of him and seeping into her paws... Lavinia angled his cock down underneath his body and lifted it up as she went, bunching his thick foreskin up over his head. More than enough for her to dig her tongue into, again with room to spare - not that she'd ever do that. "This thing is - fuckin' gross. You know that?"

Squirm, gasp, twitch beneath her paws. The leopard sat down and continued tugging at that sack, leaning in to nearly press her nose against the soft skin. From there she began a slow, deep inhale, gradually moving her way down along that lengthy shaft, across the bunched-up skin... and she touched her nose against the overhang for a second, before sliding it back and bringing that fresh pink head into view. "And you - stink,_too. God. You _do know what a shower is, right?" When she drew a finger along the underside of his head and curled it back around the rim she found it warm and slick with leaked pre; Lavinia held it there for a second to roll his foreskin forward over her finger, then popped it free. From this angle he wouldn't be able to see her slide it into her maw to lap off that slick stickiness. "And that you should make sure you get this clean, instead of... whatever you have going on?"

Smooth, easy movement of his foreskin back and forth, tugging lightly along the frenulum at the base of his head each time Lavinia brought her paw up. Mike squirmed underneath her touches, balls trying to pull up just as his cock throbbed with the feeling, but the leopard made sure to keep them pulled away as tightly as she could - and she also occasionally squeezed them in her fingers for good measure, wrapping her paw fully around them and tightening her grip until one slipped through between her thumb, or the hare gave a particularly sudden tug forward.

After a while she leaned over to the side to watch his muzzle, lips parted, teeth gritted, eyes deliciously shut with his entire body lurching in her rhythm. Lavinia brought her paw further down to focus her stroking right along the rim of his foreskin, fingers and thumb tight enough around him to pull it back across his head and over the rim, then a little bit further before changing direction and rolling it forward again. Each time she brought it back another fat glob of precum leaked out and plopped into the growing puddle beneath him; she wrinkled her nose and scooted back a bit further.

"Like that, don't you?" she growled, and released his sack - only to grind the heel of her palm against his balls, just enough to make him gasp. At the same time, though, his cock gave another throb and twitch in response to that, so she did it again... and then a third time, and a fourth, once from the side, once from the other. Then, first paw still working his thick foreskin back and forth over his head, she settled the other against the center of his shaft and mirrored that same rhythm, picking up in pace. "Imagining I'm one of the studs you meet at the gym? My paws are a bit rough, I guess, but..."

Suddenly his entire body tensed up, and Lavinia's ears caught the sound of blunt claws pricking into the plastic sheet. She had just enough time to move a little bit further out of the way before Mike gave voice to a low, breathy moan... which quickly sharpened in pitch and volume as the first of his load spurted out right into that same puddle, nearly in rhythm with her stroking. The leopard watched, not so surprised as the first time she'd seen it, as it just kept coming: spurt, spurt, spurt, like blasts from a garden hose nearly, thick and white and sticky, quickly gathering into its own mess amid her own piss and his pre.

Already panting heavily, Mike stretched out and gripped at the sheet, bucking down into the leopard's paws: she watched, nose wrinkled again with the growing heady scent of his load, as his cock continually tensed and spurted, tensed and spurted... until finally, finally, it dribbled off to a finish, or at least to two or three final weaker sprays. Only then did she realize that he'd gotten a little on her thumb, though, and scowled as she swiftly wiped it off against his bare rump. The only mess she permitted on herself was her own, of course. And even then only briefly, until she commanded Mike here or another of her various toys to clean her off.

The hare dropped his forehead down against the plastic sheet, chest heaving with his steady panting; he looked down at the mess he'd made between his knees, then let his eyes drift shut. Lavinia, thinking for a moment, shifted her posture and tilted her head.

"Got that out of your system? All of that?" She didn't bother wiping him off, instead just sliding his foreskin up over his now quite wet head and pinching it shut, then rolling it around to spread that stickiness inside. That made him squirm too. "That's so disgusting, you know. I had to spend money on this damn sheet because I knew you'd do that."

For a moment it sounded as though he tried to give an answer, but exhaustion prevented him from doing so. Lavinia's eyes wandered back down to his heavy shaft, hanging down with his still-pinched foreskin bulging slightly from the caught remnants of his cum... and then from there up to his balls, no lighter than a moment before, and then to the pulsing, twitching pucker of his tailhole, clearly visible beneath his little puff of a tail. If there were a way to get him to give himself a good, deep rimjob, Lavinia would make him do it; as things went, though, she'd often been satisfied with giving him a meal and a half under her tail. Still, though, seeing him like this gave her an idea...

She slid her paw up behind his shaft, grunting again as another little burst of his cum oozed lazily out from the freed foreskin, and slowly brought that cock up between his legs again. He'd already softened up a little bit after his orgasm, which made things work out: that combined with his natural size allowed her to... not quite _fold_him, but just angle him back and upwards, so that his heavy sack hung over the side of his also-heavy shaft, and allowed her to rub the underside of his head right against that twitching tailhole. Naturally that touch made him jump and twitch even more, claws dragging over the plastic; he'd be wonderfully sensitive so soon after cumming, and the thick stickiness coating his head would magnify that feeling.

So Lavinia continued rubbing him there, one paw keeping his cock in place and the other pressing, poking at the other side of his head, rolling his cum across his own tailhole, teasing at pushing himself in. "C'mon..." she drawled, leaning forward over the hare; he swallowed and opened his eyes to look over his shoulder at her, only for his eyelids to flutter shut again. Every time she pushed, she could feel him squeeze and push back at the other side of his head. "We both know your faggot ass loves a dick in it. Why not make it your own? Why not-"

Then, it actually happened. That surprised her, somewhat: Mike's entire body gave a jerk as his head popped in past the rim, locking there for a moment before it slid back out, tailhole showing a flash of wet pink flesh within before clenching back again. Lavinia sat back for a moment, lips pursed as she watched and listened to the hare's shaky breathing - each slick, smooth touch to his half-hard cock sent an electric shiver through his body, and that shiver bounced back and vibrated anew whenever she rubbed his head against his own tailhole, arrhythmically clenching and squeezing... and then that shiver turned into a full shock and jerk when it popped in again and back out, then in and out, then in yet again - and slowly deeper.

Again she could hear his little claws across the plastic sheet, though once she'd started, she couldn't really take her eyes away. Seeing this happen so close, and feeling the effect on the hare both through her thumb rested beneath the base of his tail and along the rim of his tailhole, and in her other paw steadily pressing his own cock deeper inside him. The clenches of one lined up with the throbs in the other, his own cum keeping him nice and lubed for it and his sheer size comfortably allowing it nearly halfway along his length; Lavinia held him there for a moment, heel of her palm pressed against his shaft and other thumb teasingly rubbing at the rim of his tailhole, then pulled back and watched as he slowly started to slide back out. The hare pulled in a slow, unsteady gasp with that feeling, which echoed back into a breathy moan when she returned the pressure there and pushed him back in.

Before too long Mike started to roll into the rhythm, lowering his rump down and back as Lavinia pushed his cock into him, then lifting up and away when she lightened her paw to let his body adjust and start to push it back out. The leopard's eyes continually flicked back and forth between his tailhole stretched around his girth, its tight squeezing around his own length, the throbbing and twitching of that cock itself, and his muzzle pressed sideways against the floor, eyes shut and lips hanging open... until, at least, she started to work him faster and harder inside of himself. Then his expression tightened and he gritted his teeth again, squeezing his eyes more firmly shut as she pushed him in and relaxing as he slid back out to his head, again and again.

"Jesus Christ, you're really_gay," Lavinia jibed, leaning in over him again with her paw firmly against his bent shaft, squeezing him inside of himself deeper than before. Mike gave a full-body shiver and arched his back with that feeling, at the same time pushing back against her. "Look at you. Having the damn time of your life, aren't you? Get to have a dick inside you and fuck an ass at the same time. Using your own cum. Fucking gross." She hooked her other thumb around his shaft and gave it an extra tug, waiting until she could see the rim of his head start to slide free of his tailhole before she pushed it back in. Mike jumped again with that, then again as she repeated it. "At least _this way, you won't st-"

She'd been able to tell that he'd started to get close to another peak, though the leopard hadn't expected it to come quite so soon. Just like with his first, Mike's entire body tensed up, and she could feel the forceful, voluminous spurts of thick, sticky cum as they coursed through his cock and out inside his own rump. They were quite visible as well, pulsing through the underside with each powerful throb. The force of his second orgasm nearly pulled his cock free of his rump, though Lavinia found out immediately after releasing her grip on him that it was actually that volume that pushed his length back out: as soon as her paw came free, a few drips of his milky load already leaking out around his shaft and down the back of his sack, the hare popped free of his tailhole with a heavy splash of his seed following and narrowly missing the leopard where she knelt behind him. This time his rim remained open even as he clenched, slowly oozing that thick load in little bursts as the fresh, slick reddish-pink visible inside squeezed and pulsed.

"Holy shit." Lavinia scooted back just in case, Mike's heavy cock hanging below him and leaking the last of his load just as his tailhole leaked the first of it, both flowing just about the same. His tailhole, stretched open from his girth, winked nearly shut each time he throbbed and then returned to its slight gape, partially-discolored whitish cum still dripping from the lower rim. "Really are gay, aren't you? To like fucking your own ass _that_much..." The leopard tapped her finger against her chin, fully aware of the scent of the hare's musk clinging to that paw just as his cum still coated his shaft. She eyed the end of his cock, foreskin half-retracted and rolling back and forth as he throbbed, head fresh pink and glistening beneath the slickness of that load and of his own rump. "Y'know, faggot... you've still got more in you, don't you?"

Mike gave some jumbled attempt at a response, chest heaving yet again with the exhaustion of his orgasm. Lavinia rolled her eyes and set her paws on either side of his rump, briefly pulling along his cheeks to spread him open - she could probably get an arm elbow-deep in him like this with no lube other than his two loads - then forcibly rolled him out of his all-fours position and onto his side, and then there onto his back. For a moment she pinned him down from above, careful not to let any part of her touch the puddle in which he lay, and waited until his eyes opened and met hers to adjust her paws and start lifting his lower body up from there, keeping his shoulders and head braced against the plastic sheet.

This would be a tough position for anyone with a more normal size of cock, or at least one that wasn't fucking monstrous, but in Mike's case... Lavinia couldn't help but smirk as his still-wet shaft slapped lightly against his cheek, forcing him to roll his muzzle to the side to keep it out of his face. She hadn't even put any pressure on his rump yet; wandering eyes showed that having it hiked into the air like this just made that gape even easier, and started to roll his leaked load right back into him past weakly-twitching abused muscles.

Keeping one paw against his exposed rump to hold him in that position, Lavinia wrapped her other around the base of his slick shaft, gave a smooth stroke to push out another drip of his cum right against his cheek, and tapped his wet foreskin against his nose and lips even as Mike tried to avoid it. "You love sucking dick as much as you love taking it under your tail, don't you? At least as much. Why don't you..." Tap, tap, tap. Mike finally complied and held his muzzle in place for Lavinia to push his head against his lips, rolling his foreskin easily back and then forward so that it bunched up against his mouth. His nose and whiskers twitched with the rich combination of his various scents. "...open on up, and give your own a try?"

Nervous swallow, brief inhalation... and then he parted his lips and took his own shaft along his extended tongue, head easily reaching past his lips. Lavinia smirked again and reached down to close his mouth around his head, giving his rump a small push to slide himself down into his muzzle. Mike shivered yet again with the sensation against his head and shaft so soon after a second orgasm, the echo clearly evident in an attempted clench of his tailhole. That little movement attracted the leopard's attention, and while he suckled along his foreskin and slid his tongue around, cleaning up his own mess, she let her paw drift down to tease her fingerpads along the stretched, wet rim.

She could easily test her theory about reaching elbow-deep inside of him, without lube. The hare's eyes fluttered open with her touch, then widened a little bit as two more fingers joined the two that were already there, lightly pulling along his ring of muscle with her thumb braced along the other side; Lavinia gave another push down into his mouth, redirecting his attention back to the thick half-soft shaft pulsing between his lips and at least halfway inside his muzzle.

Hot, wet, silky-soft, disgustingly slick and yet so, so enticing. Lavinia looked down at the flesh pulsing and squeezing just past her fingers, the hare's cum already clinging to and soaking her fur, then brought her thumb in and started to sink her entire paw against and fairly easily past that stretched rim, only the slightest attempts at a clench trying to stop her. It felt like she were reaching inside someone's mouth, though so much warmer and so much stickier - a kind of greasy, clinging stickiness, smooth and... slick was really the best word for it. Mike's inner walls weakly clenched around her fingers, her knuckles... her palm, her wrist as she continued to sink down into him, wet squelching sounds tickling her ears whenever she wriggled her fingers or adjusted her angled, the pressure from her paw sliding down into him pushing his cock further into his muzzle.

Good thing that he looked perfectly satisfied with that, too. The leopard shifted her gaze to his muzzle, rhythmically bobbing along the portion of his length that he could easily reach; the hare had brought one paw up to keep himself angled towards his mouth, and every now and then drew back - he had to tilt his head far back to allow it - to slip his tongue under his surprisingly stretchy foreskin and dig it along the rim of his head, before swirling it back out and taking himself into his maw again. That made Lavinia smirk yet again, naturally: a fist up his ass and a dick in his mouth, and he could hardly be happier. She spread her fingers inside of him, feeling and pushing against the instinctive squeezing and shifting, and smiled at the rumbling sound it ignited in the hare's throat.

Certainly he wouldn't be able to take much more abuse like this. Lavinia adjusted yet again so she could steadily pump her paw into and out of him, fingers and thumb angled to a point to intentionally give a bump at her knuckles so she would have to force her way in, and then sinking in halfway to her elbow before pulling back out. Each time she pushed into him again, Mike lifted his head forward to slide his lips further down along his length, heavy sack hanging down close to his nose, his throat regularly pulsing with swallows of his own dripping pre, leaking cum, oozing drool.

Soon she had to pull herself more fully up onto her knees to work her arm into his tail like she wanted, and like his body responded to: the leopard kept her free paw on his rump, both holding his rump spread and pushing him down into his muzzle while she pounded her other in and out of his stretched tailhole, watching the way his rim pulled forward and then popped into place as her wrist came free, then sank in and slid up over her arm when she sank it back into him. Mike's breathing started to catch her ears as well, hot and heavy rhythmic huffs through his nose either from the arm railing his already-used and lubed tailhole or from the stress on his chest from being doubled over himself.

Even from here she could smell him, his musk and his cum and her own piss, wafting all around from the puddle soaking into his fur and sprayed across his chest, and the former two now thoroughly spread along the fur of her arm nearing her elbow. As the hare started to let out breathy, rhythmic moans around his cock probably poking at the back of his throat by now, Lavinia twisted her paw and wrist around as she sank it down into him, then turned it the other way when she pulled back out. At this point she really couldn't tell if Mike were still trying to clench and squeeze around her, or if he were instead pushing back against her paw: that same wet flesh deep inside of him parted easily around her fingers and wrist, then slid back into place with another wet sound, again and again. Occasionally his lips came free from around his shaft with a suckling pop, only so he could take a moment to catch his breath and then dive right back down onto himself.

Maybe because he'd already been through two other orgasms quite close to one another, or maybe because she had her arm buried just too damn deep inside him past his abused ring and various other tried muscles, but Lavinia couldn't quite feel this third one when it hit and rolled over him, a fast, hard wave on an exhausted shore. It was the hare's moaning that caught her attention, and when she looked down to his face past his hanging sack and thick shaft again, he had his eyes squeezed close... and cheeks steadily bulging out with the volume of his peak yet again, underside of his cock giving those same powerful pulses that it had when buried inside his own rump and when she had her paws working along it.

"There you go..." the leopard cooed, pushing her arm right up to the joint of her elbow, as she'd imagined. So much thick, heavy squishing flesh squeezing around her, little things and areas oddly firmer than the surrounding walls, but - if anything her little wriggles just put a little more force behind Mike's finish, finally causing him to jerk back away from his still-spurting cock and release another few ropes across the side of his muzzle and the plastic sheet beneath him, coughing and spluttering around what of his load with which he'd filled his mouth and cheeks. He'd swallowed most of it, sure, but a good amount still dribbled down the sides of his lips and down his chin, and when he let his jaw hang open to catch his breath and pant, his tongue and the roof of his mouth showed that glistening coat of a thorough painting of seed.

She kept her paw - just her paw, right beyond her wrist with her fingers splayed as much as her strength against his squeezing walls would allow - buried for a moment before pulling it free, keeping her gaze on Mike's face instead of looking down the punished reddish-pink that twitched and winked right beside her. Lavinia rested her arms over the hare's raised rump. "Satisfied your thirst, I hope? Scratched that cocksucking itch?" While waiting for him to respond, the leopard leaned over, dropped her eyes to his gaping hole, which was of course a good look for him, then briefly worked her tongue around in her mouth... so she could spit a good, fat glob of saliva right in, intentionally aiming for the side of his insides. "Unfortunately, though, we've gone on a bit long, and I've gotta send you home. Get up before you start to stink up my room."

Mike unfolded without a lick of grace once Lavinia released her pressure keeping him doubled over himself, and then it took him another few moments of just breathing and relaxing until he could lift himself up to his elbows. He looked exhausted, drained, and thoroughly humiliated, which meant Lavinia did a good job. She crossed her arms in front of her bare chest, ignoring the warm wet slickness coating one of them, and nodded towards the door.

"Well? Go. Get."

"Can I..." Mike swallowed. He casted around for where he'd dropped his clothes. "Can I, um, take a shower first?"

"Can I take a sh - no, of course you can't take a damn shower. You're not the one paying the bills here." The leopard sat back on her footpaws for a moment before getting up and making her way towards the bathroom; she'd definitely have to wash at least her arm before all of this got... stickier. Like a thin coating of hot glue left to try. "Besides, it's not like you haven't gone home with more of a mess on you before. Speaking of, you got that stain out of your car seat, right?"

She didn't have to turn around to see the blush on his face after that. That much came through in his voice, a couple seconds later after some rustling along the plastic as he rose to his feet, legs wobbly. "I... yeah. Yeah, I did. Eventually. Um..."

When Lavinia next turned around Mike had gotten one leg of his pants on and was just starting the other, that still-heavy cock hanging down. She'd never really seen a good example for a third leg until she'd started fucking with his. "What do you say, boy?"

The hare only briefly faltered in getting dressed. "Thanks. Um... thank you, Lavinia."

Only after she flicked the lightswitch on did she realize she'd used her messy paw. Good thing she kept some cleansing wipes under the sink. "For?"

Mike spent another moment pulling his shirt down over his head, then shivered with the feeling of the fabric sticking to fur in various states of drenched or coated or anything else, and finally looked over at her with his long ears briefly popping up past the collar. "For, uh... for treating me today. I'm... honored."

That gave her a little chuckle and smirk, and for a very brief moment Mike's mouth also quirked in a hint of amusement, but it was gone just as quickly as it popped up. "Good." The leopard flicked her tongue over her lips; the bathroom counter beneath felt almost unbearably cold in comparison to the intense wet heat she'd just been elbow-deep in. "You're welcome. Oh - you better not be late for tomorrow, Mike..."

Those large ears perked a little bit. He glanced over at her again; they hadn't yet spoken about another session tomorrow... "Huh? Oh, tomorrow... yeah. Yeah, I'll try." ...but there wasn't a chance he'd turn it down, of course.

That would be fun. Lavinia watched as he made his way across the room, then turned back to awkwardly wave his goodbye, and finally disappear around the corner into the hall, shirt sticking to his back from where he'd gotten soaked. Tomorrow he'd be even more loose than today, which meant she might be able to get a second elbow in, among other things... humming softly to herself, the leopard spun on her foot and went to turn the shower on.