The Famous Moments.txt
A little quicky I did for someone a looooooong time ago.
He pulls back from the vixen, moving his hands to the front of her shoulders, pushing against her lightly with his hands sliding down her arms, dragging her lab coat along with it. His fingers intertwine with each of her own as he presses forward, planting a sweet smooch onto her lips and holding it for a moment, giving her hands a bit of a squeeze. The orange, scaley hands matching her dark reddish orange fur.
The dragon slowly maneuvered the both of them backward, eventually clipping the back of her knees against the bed, letting her fall gently upon his large, pillowy mattress with the kiss breaking as well. Her fur caressing his palms and in between his fingers while the surface presses against the back of each digits as well as his arms. Her hands gently squeezing against the dragon's as she smiles happily to him.
He nestled himself comfortably between her legs, squirming playfully against her as he comes to lie down over top of the vixen, returning to the sweet smooch once more. Those silky, smooth lips of the fox's. His head turns slightly after a bit of nose nudging, making it a bit more fun as he presses a bit deeper into the kiss. His tongue slipping out from his muzzle, pressing against her lips with the vixen gladly accepting the tongue. His lips curl slightly into a warm smile, his eyes slowly closing to bask in the sweetness of the moment.
His hips push forward, pressing against the vixen's groin, the solid shaft quite easily able to be felt through the fabric of his shorts as well as her own pants. He inhales deeply, taking in the intoxicating scent of the sexy vixen beneath him. He lets out a long puff of air, opening his eyes up a bit to take a glance at the beautiful creature below him. Her face streaked with the look that she's enjoying herself very much.
His hand pulls away from her own, gliding slowly along her silky furred flesh until the tips of his fingers brush over her shirt, slowly descending the sleek curves of the amazing woman, stopping when his hand comes to her midriff.
He pulls away from the kiss with a soft smack of their lips, letting out a delighted churr. He leans up a bit, dragging his tongue over her cute, damp nose a quick lash of his tongue. While she's distracted, his hand moves up over her body, taking one of her lovely breasts between his fingers, squeezing and rubbing it playfully.
The vixen's soft whimper from him grabbing her tit forced a soft churr from himself. He growls playfully as he comes to stand back up, freeing his hands from her body. They move to her waist, taking hold of her shirt and slowly pulling it upwards, taking it only far enough to expose her covered mounds. He moves a claw to the middle of her brazier, rubbing a claw tip back and forth against the fabric before pulling back quickly, slicing the fabric cleanly along the center, letting her breasts spill free from the restraints.
He slides his hands up her taut tummy, pushing them up over her breasts, letting the lovely mounds be exposed to the air about them. He grins to himself as he slowly leans down. His hand taking hold of her tit with the other one holding onto her side. He squeezes it firmly, pointing the tip straight up into the air.
His muzzle soon meet the warm peak, giving it a soft little smooch before taking it between his lips. That smooth, reptilian tongue of his dragging along the nipple, pressing it hard against the bare flesh around the tip, slowly circling around the tip of her tit, soon suckling firmly on the vixen's wonderful mound.
Though that's not all the dragon does. His hand moves from her side down to her hip, gripping it tightly between his scaley claws. He pulls her back lightly against him, his hips pushing forward against her groin. His hips push against her own hard, his solid shaft quite hot as he's becoming quite excited. The friction of her groin rolling against his own makes it all the more heated.
The dragon lets go of her breast with both hands converging on her waist once more. One hand holds gently against the upper fabric, slowly peeling the button in the hole out, then taking the little metal piece between his fingers, pulling it down with a quiet zzzzZZZZIP! sound resonating through the air. His hands move to take each flap between his fingers, pulling down with himself moving back slightly as well, stripping her of the needless pants. smiling happily to the vixen with her only truly wearing her shirt as it's bunched up under her chin and around her arms, and her panties hugging her pert ass and sweet scented sex.
His muzzle moves down on the vixen, with himself slowly crouching between her legs. His hands placing themselves along the soft fur of her inner thighs, pushing them apart so the overgrown reptile to get an even greater view of his prize. His nose presses forward hard, grinding it up and down along her hidden slit, letting out a soft groan of delight. The scent of the vixen's arousal becoming quite apparent even with it still being covered.
His nose twitches slightly, so he pulls back a bit, spying the damp spot on her panties, looking up at her. The vixen's hand has cupped her unattended breast, squeezing and fondling the firm mound. Her face covered in a blissful expression. Her lips slightly parted with soft panting moans escaping from them. The dragon's ears flicker at the whimpering from the fox, quite glad to see her enjoying herself.
He moves his hand from her thigh to the crotch of her panties, slipping it into the fabric, pressing the tip against the undergarments. The digit slowly sliding down between her sex and her rump while between her legs, and moving out of the other side of her panties. He tugs them to one side, exposing her slit to himself with a devilish grin upon his face. He leans forward, planting a loving smooch on her hot, damp folds.
He suckles and kisses playfully upon the fox's wet netherlips, enjoying himself while toying with the sexy beast. He moves in once more with his tongue spreading the folds of her sex, dragging up along the sensitive flesh of the vixen, licking and lapping away. His hands press against her inner thighs, pressing his thumbs to her groin, tugging apart her sex lips with his muzzle burying itself deeper against her slit.
The dragon hums loudly, letting the gentle reverberations run through his sleek, powerful oral muscle, torturing the vixen's most pleasureful spot with the zig zagging of his tongue. He pulls back with the tip of his snout all sticky from her juices, the dragon quite excited now as he's gotten quite a noseful of vixen arousal. He reaches down to his shorts, unfastening the button and tugging down the zipper. He stands up in between her legs, pulling his clothing down to let her catch his tented boxers in the fox's view.
He rubs a hand up and down along his hard, hidden length, letting out a low, delightful purr. He hooks his fingers into the waist of his underwear, pulling it up over his throbbing, obsidian dick. The head emerging from its cloth prison soon followed by the rest of the dark, pulsing tower. He drops them to the floor once he no longer needs them, standing before the vixen with his aching shaft standing quite proud.
He reaches his arms up high into the air, stretching as far as he can to let the beautiful creature take in the sight of his aroused body. Once he settles down with a satisfied groan, he smiles to her. His hand presses against her thigh, stroking up along it softly before moving behind the powerful leg, pushing it back against her chest while his free hand takes the base of his shaft and holds it steady. He aims the thick, domed crown down towards her body, rubbing the head in between her folds, letting out a quiet murmur of delight.
It isn't long before he decides to stop teasing the wonderful beast, pressing back a bit harder on her thigh to raise her hips into the air a bit. The head of his solid ebony dick presses firmly against her hole, adding pressure until his tip spears past her sex and into her body. Slowly, more and more of his shaft becomes enveloped by those blazing, silken walls caressing his dick as he pushes it in farther and farther into her body, taking his time to let the vixen feel each and every inch spreading her sex apart.
His knee comes up behind her unattended leg, resting a foot on the box spring and keeping her elevated. Once he becomes hilted inside the astonishingly gorgeous vixen, he frees his hand from his shaft, and comes to lie over top of her, resting his weight on his forearm against the mattress. He stares lovingly into her eyes, the sight of her making the dragon quite excited. His hips roll forward, pressing hard into her crotch, but never pulling out from her sweet sex in the slightest.
His lips press to her own in a tender kiss, those velvety soft lips of her against his own drives him mad with lust, though he restrains himself. He must! The dragon slowly begins to pull back out of her, nearly half of his length slipping free from her body before pushing back into her with a soft smack of their hips meeting. Then he does it once more... and again... and again... and continuing on repeatedly, starting to make love to her slowly and sweetly.
His intruding head pushing tight up against her inner hole with each delving thrust, and each pull back drags the ridge of his throbbing dragonhood over her spongy sweet spot. The soft moans escaping the vixen are silenced within their kiss, the dragon being very possessive at the moment and not letting anyone steal the sounds of her voice from him. His low, bellowing churr rumbles all throughout his body.
Oh how he was enjoying this. Never has he felt such an amazing heat around his already hot dick. Her body was nothing short of amazing. Each curve, each push into her, each meeting of their eyes and lips, each little stroke of his hand along her body, they all made him moan lustily for her. He craves her body even more now that he's partaking in all she has to offer. His hips pick up their pace, pushing his solid, meaty rod into her. Her pearly white juices trickle from her hole around his shaft and down his balls, onto the bed.
He stares into her closed eyes as her hands come up under his arms and grip tightly onto each blade. The fox's moaning becoming louder now, though still caught within his body. His ears fold back against his head. His body moving back and forth over top of her own. Her supple, perky breasts rubbing up against his chest. The vixen arching her body up into his own, the two very different oranges of their bodies meshing quite beautifully.
The belly of his cock soon grows warm from the inside with the tip of his broad head oozing the clear substance inside of her body. His chest rising and falling quicker with her own pressing up into him harder. Her hands press hard into his body, trailing down the long rows of scales with her fingers curling around each rouch cheek of his rear, squeezing tightly.
He breaks the kiss with the first sound heard being the vixen's loud moan, her hands pulling on his rump insistently. The desire she has for the passion drunk lizard growing with each passing second until she can no longer endure the intruding assault into her body. A long, lusty moan flows past her alluring lips. The echoing screams of the purest pleasure are the most dazzling sounds his ears could have heard.
Her walls constrict tightly against his throbbing shaft. Her body working over the cock consistently burying itself deep inside of her body. His hips soon becoming soaked from the messy fluids dribbling from her body. The dragon pushing through her firmly squeezing walls, letting out a passionate moan of his own.
His resolve of wanting to hold back, wanting to please his lover for as long as possible is quickly lost as his hips thrust into her with one final meaty smack, letting out an echoing groan. His body tenses up with his balls tugging in tightly against his body, pushing out the contents of their entirety through his obsidian dick. Her insides being filled full of the dragon's hot, thick cream as his climax has finally been achieved. He holds himself tight to her, both of the beasts bracing against each other as they share in the most raptureful moment one can share with a lover.
The heavy panting of the dragon, the quiet whimpering of the fox, the meshing of their bodies, the heat of their passion soon coming to a close. Their grips upon one another slowly loosen up as their orgasms ebb away as quickly as they came. However, they do not move. They lie there, holding themselves gently to one another in the midst of the end, as though there would never be another moment in either of their lives.