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Legal stuff: Adults only, any resemblance is purely coincidental, all that stuff. You know the drill.

If you haven't read it yet you should probably check out part 1. Similar content, but this will make more sense that way.

Enjoy!

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Ken padded slowly around the shower stall, though term "stall" seemed insufficient. It took up nearly half the room, a floor of broad forest green tiles surround by a glass wall... He tapped the clear wall with one blunt claw and it rang high and clear. Some kind of crystal, he decided, stronger than glass and, more importantly he suspected, less likely to fog up even with the shower running. He smiled in anticipation, reaching down to adjust himself and noting with only a bit of surprise that he didn't actually have any pants on. Stroking the thick bulge of his furred sheath, he waved one paw over the black control panel set in the side of the counter. "About ready?" He called to his wife in the adjacent bedroom.

"Well this didn't last long." she chided with a bit of a chuckle, holding up her lingerie, by then just a tangled bit of lace hanging from one blunt claw.

"We can try it again later." He laughed, unconsciously stroking his swelling sheath as he surveyed her generous curves from across the bathroom. Gorgeous, he thought, from tip to toe. She leaned against the door frame, her smile as bright in her azure blue eyes. Her long, luxurious ears, one behind her the other hanging forward over her shoulder so the tip rested on one ample breast, half covering the nipple. Her silver fur, slightly lighter on her front, served to emphasize the swell of her large, heavy breasts over a surprisingly narrow waist. The fur between them was still matted with his cum, though the slightly disheveled look just served as a reminder of their play. Her hips flared out even wider, and he could imagine her pink dyed tail flicking playfully as she shifted on her equally generous footpaws, sweeping from strong legs to a wide soft base, each toe tipped with a blunt digging claw, painted a pale pink to match her tail. She was, he thought, the very image of lapine perfection.

"Want to save some for the cameras?" She giggled pointing, snapping him out of his reverie. He had been unconsciously stroking himself as he watch her, and his paw was already slick with his excitement.

"Oh!" He quickly clasped his paws behind his back, like a kit caught out, before realizing how silly it was to be ashamed of something like that in the Hotel Hello. They both laughed.

She crossed the floor to him, noting the pleasant warmth of the tiles under paw. "Kiss me you silly buck." She reached behind the brown furred rabbits neck, sliding under his draped ears and, as he was slightly taller than her, pulled his muzzle down to hers. As their tongues mingled she inhaled slightly, taking a bit of his breath as she deepened the kiss.

He pulled her against him, loving the feel of the soft fur of her belly sliding along his already growing excitement. He loved the feeling of her breasts against his arms and his chest, how he could feel her nipples hot against him, even the feeling of a bit of the still warm stickiness of his seed soaked into her fur seeping into his own. Holding her, kissing her, he never wanted to let go.

Holly broke the kiss first, panting as she curled into the fur of his chest, letting herself get lost in the secure warmth of his arms around her, nuzzling under his chin, her paws resting on his shoulders as they stood for a time, together. Nothing more, just stood quietly, holding each other and breathing in unison. "Ready for the show?" His voice sounded almost like a purr with the back of her long ear folded against his throat.

"Sure." She grinned in honest anticipation. "Lets see who's doing what while we get washed up and ready for round two."

Ken had to make an effort not to reach down and stroke himself again. Instead he passed a paw over the control pad, selecting a few options. In a moment the wall sized mirror faded to black and was replaced by the familiar grid of room feeds.

"Ooh, that's new." She giggled and Ken wanted to laugh with the sheer joy of the sound.

"I'll set it to shuffle." He tapped the control again and the sounds of a long, high, almost pained moan slowly faded in. At the same time the grid shrank to a ring around the sides and top of the monitor, leaving one feed in the middle two or thee times larger than the rest. The moan, clearly, was coming from a mink who, having been released or escaped from the red cords that had bound her earlier, was kneeling on the edge of her bed. The crimson covers crumpled beneath her were soaked. Her arms were spread, hands gripping silken scarves that were knotted all the way up to her shoulders. Twin rings, connected by a gleaming gold chain, pierced her prominent nipples. Her perky breasts bounced as the rat behind her tugged at the chain with the tip of his tail, slid between her legs, letting the naked length rub against her already swollen and dripping sex.

"Kinky." Holly chided, sliding around behind the bigger rabbit, sliding both paws from the ridge of his sheath all the way up either side of his twitching phallus.

"Get in the shower, or I'll tie you up." He laughed, turning on her, catching her wrists and lifting her arms over her head.

"Promise?" She looked up at him through half lidded eyes, giving her best "cute" expression, as aware of the way her lifted arms made her breasts to bounce, as she was of it's effect on Ken.

"Temptress." he smirked, giving up and leading the way into the shower.

"You love it."

"As often and as long as I can manage." He quipped.

Laughing she activated a couple of the shower heads, letting the warm water stream over her, slowly soaking into her soft grey fur.

A silver ring lit up blue.

"Oops!" He started. "I must have turned the notifications back on." He took a tentative half-step towards the stall door. "Do you want me to turn them back off?"

"No, that's ok." She bent slightly towards the ring on the wall in front of her, also softly glowing blue, as she looked over her shoulder at him. Both ears draped in front of her he knew she was just covering her nipples with the tips, probably showing only a bit of areola, as she flicked her flashing pink tail at him.

"Ok." He chuckled, walking back into the array of showers, unable to resist a quick squeeze of the prominent, proffered backside.

"What do you think honey?" she addressed the camera set in the wall. "Do you like what you see?" Behind her, rubbing shampoo into his fur with one paw Ken slowly stroked his thickening member, watching her tail flick over the heart shape of her butt and thighs. "Give them a break." He chided, stepping back under the spray and closing his eyes as he washed the soap from his head and ears, then down his body.

"Them or you?"

With the water falling around him and the tile walls, he couldn't tell where her voice came from, so he jumped (literally hopping a little off the ground) at her touch. Holly giggled, wrapping her paw around his shaft as she pushed him back against the wall, letting the water fall on them both while she slowly stroked him. She loved feeling his cock swell in her paw, feeling the heat of his arousal and traced her finger tips over him, tracing ever vein and bulge.

"Oh, I don't mind." He grinned, trying hard not to let her ministrations affect him as he pumped another gob of shampoo into his paw from the dispenser. "See, to them it's just a tease." He turned them both a bit so she was out of the direct fall of the shower head, and started rubbing the shampoo into her grey fur. He started with the back of her head, her neck, her big, soft ears, first one then the other. He massaged down her arms, and finally her chest. Ken made sure to wash thoroughly where her fur was matted from their earlier play, before allowing himself the treat of soaping up her more entertaining assets. He lingered on her nipples, lifting each breast in turn to scrub underneath. A bit of pre leaked onto her paw as he pulled reluctantly away from her and knelt. She braced against the corner of the stall, looking down at him with a smile, equal parts love and lust, that he happily returned as he continued to rub shampoo into the fur of her belly, her thighs, and finally her foot-paws. He took care to lift each in turn, soaping up the front and the back and then the bottom of her wide paws.

When she was thoroughly soaped, he stood again to pull her into the water, repeating the motions as he rinsed her off. When he had almost finished she backed away.

"Dearheart?" He started to ask, but she turned away from him, bracing again, but this time against the clear crystal wall on the far side of the shower.

"Won't you get my back?" She asked with a breathy splash of innuendo.

Before he could formulate a verbal response, he followed her. She spread her legs slightly, lifting her little pink fluff of a tail like a bow on her offer.

Wordlessly set his paws on her back, massaging the last of the soap into her back fur, even as he thrust forward gently, letting the fur of his sheath and sack rub against the swollen and wet lips of her arousal, the length of his shaft sliding between the soft fur of her ass cheeks and up under her tail. With her back turned she knew only that he was close, until his paws settled on her back. She rolled her shoulders, forearms and elbows still braced against the clear wall in front of her, eyes half closed as she enjoyed the light massage. The feeling of his member rubbing against her, the tickle and thrill of his furred sack pressing against her keenly sensitive neither lips, brought a quiet moan unbidden from her. Squeezing just a bit, and pushing down with her tail to flick the tip of his penis, she arched her back, sliding him through the fine, soft fur until the she felt the bulge of his bare flesh meet hers. She moaned again, shivering as she felt his heat against hers. The sensation of his phallus so near, so close to entering her, but not... She could feel him, it seemed, in his absence almost as vividly as the promised penetration.

She wanted him, needed him, and he answered. She felt him slip away, and was almost disappointed, until she felt his paws on her again. One gripping her tail, tugging it upwards gently, while the other spread her slit wide open. She gasped as one finger rubbed her clit, but he didn't tease for more than the span of a few heartbeats before setting the tip of his cock inside of her and thrusting deep. She gasped and moaned loudly as he slid into her, nearly hilting on the first thrust. She screamed as he pulled back, and then filled her again. His third thrust pushed her forward, as she let him press her against the cool glass. Again and again he thrust into her, each time drawing another gasp, another moan, until they echoed off the tiled walls.

The lighter fur that started under her muzzle and ran down her belly highlighted the bulge of her breasts even, or perhaps more so, where they pressed against the clear stall wall. Her nipples, pressed against the glass were pink and bright and tantalizing. Each thrust from the male rabbit behind her displayed them against the glass again, displaying every succulent curve and detail.

Bearing and sheathing her claws in time with her thrusts, Ella suddenly realized that she was matching the brown rabbits rhythm. With a shivering growl of pleasure, she imagined the taste of one of those nipples against her tongue as she rode Terrance in synchronized, pounding rhythm. She felt his barbs flare within her, scouring lines of burning ecstasy within her gripping orgasmic tunnel. She yowled as she came around him, and again as he reached up, squeezing her breasts, his claws pressing ever so slightly into the pale flesh of her own sensitive nipples.

Shaking, still throbbing with waves of orgasm, it was only with great effort that she pulled off of him. The tiger's expression was clear disappointment as she withdrew, though he couldn't help but enjoy watching her flex her tawny body over him as she lifted away. "But-" he began, but she shook her head, still panting and clenching into the bedclothes around him as a shiver of orgasm caught her off guard. He waited while she gathered herself to speak. "I haven't been showing you off." She purred, a hunters gleam behind her eyes. Sliding with fluid grace off the foot of the bed, she drew him with her, until she was squatting on her hind paws and he sitting on the edge of the bed with legs spread. Immediately the blue light shined below her and, though she didn't break eye-contact with her lover, she couldn't help her tail lashing in pleasure when she noticed.

The screen behind her shifted scenes, the green room sliding to one side to be replaced with amber gold. Identical felines, both on their backs, with tails flailing as they thrust in time towards each other one either side of a rather significant looking double-ended dildo.

Terrance hardly noticed, however, as he was enjoying the more immediate show. He watched the cougar before him take his balls in both paws, cupping them and lifting them to her muzzle so she could lick them each in turn. He purred as she ran her rough, agile, tongue over and around his sack, cleaning their mixed fluids from his fur before continuing up to his shaft. She nuzzled his length, licking at the base, while caressing it with one paw. "I love your cock." She half purred, half moaned. "It's so big," she was breathless, almost gasping, and it took him a moment to realize that her other paw had strayed down, slipping between her legs. She was fingering herself while she fondled him.

He smiled, a gleaming dangerous smile. "You like them watching." He almost whispered.

He felt her shiver, heard the little gasp, and guessed by the way she curled a bit tighter, that she had entered herself. She stilled for a moment before continuing. Turning her paw, she pressed the heel of her palm against his sheath, then, with fingers draped around him, slid up his erection. He let his head loll back, breathing deeply as he enjoyed the feeling of her fur sliding along him, her thumb curled around one side to run her satin paw pad up the increasingly sensitive underside. Finally, wrapping her paw around the flared barbs of his cockhead, her elbow was almost above the rim of his sheath. He wondered how much of that was her enjoying him, and how much was her displaying the length and girth that nearly outsized her forearm. Either way she seemed lost in the sensations.

Turning her head slightly, with his length still measured against her arm she pulled him over, just slightly, so she could lick from base to tip with a simple tilt of her head. Once, twice, and a third time, purring all the while.

Terrance was doing his best, but her rapt attentions were quickly becoming too much for his restraint, as demonstrated by a large drop of precum that fell onto her muzzle as she finished her third lick. Still fingering herself, as evidenced by the twitching lash of her tail, she let her paw slide back down his length, this time trailing claws ever so slightly against him. Looking him straight in the eye, even as the excess of sensation drew a moaning growl from him, she licked the precut from where it splashed in her tawny fur. As if spurred on by the taste of his excitement, she closed her eyes, gripped him firmly around the base with one paw, and came hard enough to drop her to her knees.

She opened her eyes again, surprised at how greedily her insides seemed to be milking her finger. His taste on her tongue, the heady musk of his scent filled her breath, the heat from his sex pressed against her face, she was almost overwhelmed by him. He looked down at her with love, and for a moment it threatened tears, or shame or disloyalty at the thought of others eyes on her, but he smiled and in his smile there was no judgment. He brought her here, he gave her this, and he loved that she loved it, and in turn she could love it unabashed.

Tail swishing, two fingers plunging in and out of her dripping sex, she reveled in, rather than repent, the lewd suck and splash. She could feel her juices dripping down her thighs, and could see her lovers pre running down his cock. Lifting herself slightly she opened her muzzle, set the tip of her tongue against him, and savored every salty drop that she could suck or lick from the tigers length. "See?" She purred as she continued to stroke him, ostensibly for his pleasure, but more because she loved the feeling of his hot flesh sliding against her paw pads. "My sexy tiger has more than enough to show off." She licked her lips hungrily, actually drooling at the thought of taking that massive cock into her muzzle. She turned to look at it, shivering again as a series of small orgasms drew a fresh wave of hot wetness splashing down her thighs.

He was all primal force and lustful energy. The white fur of his belly made his huge, gently throbbing balls stand out against the black of the bedclothes, and his red orange fur was like fire in the night. His cock before him a naked red spear, barbed at the tip and ready, literally pulsing in anticipation of its use. Big, even for a tiger, but not insurmountable, he was a pillar of virility.

"Imagine wrapping both paws around it... The feeling of it, of not being able to close one paw all the way around. The heat of it, and the prick of the spines as you slide all the way to the top. Imagine the taste of it, the pre on your tongue and the stretch in your jaw as you take him all the way into your throat... Oh? Was that a bit of knot-swell I feel?"

"What can I say?" Seph huffed, pushing Kris' paw away. "I've got a thing for cats. I think it's how flexible they are." He lunged across the couch, catching the Cheetah around his middle and rolling them both to the floor. The screen overhead changed scenes and the light in the room shifted from dark to warm gold. On the monitor a red wolf with the muscles of a weightlifter howled silently as a husky, somewhat shorter but no less muscled husky rode him from behind.

"You'll leave me for that big muscly tiger, won't you?" Kris moaned in mock despair as he rolled onto his back, half pushing Seph away.

"Never." The white furred fox followed him, over and pinned him to the lush carpet.

"And why is that?" The cheetahs golden eyes shone brightly, almost glowing, in the darkness. "Because I love you." Seph answered.

"Again?"

"Because I love you."

"Again!" Kris laughed.

"Because I love you." Seph laughed in turn, "Because I love you and I always will."

"Because I love you." The cheetah repeated, his paw tracing the line of the foxes jaw down to his throat, his chest. They laughed, and he pressed his palm flat against his lovers chest, as if holding him up, or away. How long had he hoped? Had he ever really thought-

But he was interrupted. "Because I love you."

Kris smiled, reached around the fox, and pulled him down to hold him tight, burying his face in the soft white fur of his neck. He steadied himself, than asked once more, muffled, "Again?"

"I love you." And that was enough.

Pushing up Seph looked down at his lover, though the monitor had shifted again and the room was bathed in soft red light, and all he could see was the wet shine of his eyes.

He kissed him, first on his neck, than his ear, this his forehead, than his nose, and finally, when the cheetah was all but squirming away with giggles, on the lips. He held his muzzle against the cats until his teeth parted, until their tongues intertwined and their breath mingled. He held the kiss, their bodies and tails entangling, until he wasn't really sure where one of them ended and the other began. He held the kiss until Kris turned his head to catch his breath. He kissed his chin, his throat, his neck, his chest. Sliding down he kissed his stomach, he kissed his thigh. He nuzzled his narrow muzzle against the cheetahs lean sheath, breathing in deeply he savored his lovers musk. He licked his sheath, nipping teasingly at him, before licking up the length of his twitching erection.

"Tell me what you want." He licked again.

"You."

"How?"

"I want to taste you. I want to hear you and feel you and smell you as you cum in my mouth..." He hesitated, before continuing on, less confidently; "I want you to... taste what I taste?" It was something he had wanted to try, but had not been comfortable bringing up before.

A moment of confusion turned the foxes ears before he understood, and smiled. "All right." He nodded. Kris tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress a grin as he leaned back into pillows scattered across the couch. He spread his arms as he spread his legs, letting the fox continue to lavish affections on already ridged cock and tensing sack. The cheetah purred, a deep breathy rumble, as his tail wrapped around his left leg, constricting reflexive spasms along with the bob of his head.

"Seph..." he moaned, caressing the silver foxes long ears as he half watched the screen where the slim doe goat convulsed in what looked to be borderline apoplectic orgasm, her belly visibly bulging before a load of horse spunk gushed out of her already overtaxed vagina like an upset pitcher of milk. He purred again, moaning as Seph closed his muzzle around the entire length of the felines shaft, lapping as he moaned and sucked. "Seph..." He pleaded as the images on the monitor shifted to a panther curled around with one leg in the air so he can lap the head of his own cock while still watching his screen, one paw holding the back of the couch for balance, the other squeezing his ample balls. "SEPH!" he demanded finally, puling the the fox up to kiss him hard on the muzzle before almost forcible turning him about to change places with him.

"Alright, alright. Kris-" He cut himself off, trying to restrain a breathy yiff as the cheetah began stroking him with one paw, circling his pointed cockhead with the rough of his tongue. On the screen the slim goat girl was standing over a column of horse flesh that looked like it could not possibly have fit inside of her, even though he had just seen her lift herself off of it. The cheetah pulled back just enough to speak, the fur of his muzzle brushing the tip of the fox's penis as he whispered. "Cum for me." Both hands failed to keep the flood of cum inside of the shaking and blindly orgasmic goat doe. Seph felt his lovers tongue curl around his swollen knot, even as the tip brushed the back of the cheetahs throat.

"Yes!" Was all he could muster before his orgasm exploded into the felines waiting muzzle. He howled as he spent himself over the lapping, rough tongue. As the image on the screen slid to one side, the brown replaced with rich purple. Seph didn't have time to see what the vixen on screen was doing, as he pulled Kris up to press their muzzles together. One last spurt of hot fox cum stuck to the fur of the cheetahs throat before they kissed, the fox reaching down to grip his boyfriends spined erection. Seph swallowed reflexively as Kris shared a mouth full of his own seed. The salty, oily savor seemed sharper than his lovers familiar flavor. Even as they fell back, wrapping around each other on the couch, their kiss broke. Kriss moaned, a rumbling purr of ecstasy as he in turn, came in his lovers paw. Hurriedly the silver fox brought his paw up between their muzzles. As one, they hungrily licked the cat's orgasm from his pads and fur, confirming his slightly sweeter seed, before they kissed again, sharing their mingled ecstasies. Clinging to each other as they kissed and kissed and kissed again, reveling in the afterglow of their love, drunk with their sharing.

Finally, when he had somewhat recovered, Kris lifted himself off of the fox, rolling back to sprawl across the couch opposite him, their legs and tails tangled.

"Thank you." he smiled, eyes half lidded.

"Thank me?" Seph chuckled, still panting. "Thank you. That was wonderful..." he plucked at the quickly stiffening fur of his muzzle and throat. "Messy, but wonderful. Thank you."

"I'm glad you enjoyed... Maybe next time we'll share..." he seemed lost in thought for a moment, "Or maybe this?" the cheetah flashed a mischievous grin before tracing a claw along the pad of the foxes foot paw.

Yelping with surprise he twitched his paw back, but before he could ask Kris pointed at the screen. A cat, whom Seph did not recognize at first as the male that had entered the purple room with the vixen as he was cinched up in a cutely feminine little corset and matching skirt, was licking what appeared to be his cum from between the toes of the vixen. Although she was clearly enjoying it, finger himself slowly and shuddering with each near orgasm, it was actually one of the smaller images that Kris was pointing out.

"Well he seems to be enjoying himself." Seph agreed, watching the panther slowly stroke himself, apparently unconsciously licking the air in time with the smaller cat's paw-cleaning.

"I bet he's loving the Green room." Kris chuckled, this time rubbing his lovers footpad in a slow massaging circle, as they watched the rabbits two large pairs of footpaws pressed against the glass of the shower wall, both of their tails flicking about as they fucked on the green tiled floor. He pumped, and she lifted her wide hips, than he'd retreat and she would follow.

He pressed...

She followed.

He pressed, his bunny cock filling, fitting her, her as she lifted her hips, squeezing him, milking him, as she braced against the cool clear wall. He rolled his hips back and she followed, relaxing, but taking him in, it felt, even further as he pulled her to him. She could feel him, every inch of him inside of her, but also his paws on her thighs, the slide of his wet fur against hers as her legs squeezed around him. She could feel the cool of the wall, and the warm of the tile beneath her. She imagined she could feel the individual rivulets of water that dripped off her fur and pooled beneath her before draining back towards the still spraying shower heads. She could feel every bit of movement when he thrust into her, his testicles bouncing against her, tensing as he approached yet another orgasm, her heavy breasts bouncing and rippling with each impact and each withdrawal. She felt everything, and everything set her nerve to screaming in orgasmic harmony. She imagined she felt him swell inside of her, realizing only as she screamed and gave herself over to the white hot flash of orgasm that it was her gripping him even more. Her throat was raw, though even that felt somehow to magnify the intensity of it all, and she wondered between orgasmic tremors, how long she he had been screaming as her orgasms overlapped and multiplied themselves within her.

She screamed, and he barked in the effort of not giving himself over to the orgasm with her. He spent every ounce of willpower he had to not cum inside of her, even as her velvet folds trembled around him in waves of milking pleasure. Still, he steeled himself, riding out his wife's orgasm. When the rhythm of her thrusting steadied, when the orgasms finally passed enough that she came back to herself, he pulled out, just long enough to lean forward, wrapping his arms around her, and pulling her up against him. Setting back, he pulled her onto his lap, settling her back down onto him again, she knelt over him, slowly rolling her hips as he wrapped his arms around her. Distracted for a moment by her big, soft, breasts he spent a moment licking and nipping at each of her nipples before looking into her eyes.

"Holly?"

She stilled slightly. "Tonight?"

He nodded, than with clear relish she settled down along him again, taking him as deep into her as she could. "Tonight." She smiled, broadly as she felt him twitch and clench within her and beneath her. Looking around briefly she spotted the nearest little ring of light, the nearest camera, and began riding her husband in long rolling bucks even as he pumped harder and harder into her. Each thrust elicited another gasp and moan of pleaser from her, each thrust increased the intensity of his gasping purr. Again and again and again they matched each other's rhythms, they breathed in sync, until he clenched. She didn't need to hear his moan of release, she could feel him spill into her. His hot cum set off another spasm of orgasm as she threw her head back, her long ears swinging even as her breasts lifted and bounced, she screamed and moaned in a final intense orgasm.

Still shivering, still cumming, she fixed her gaze on the camera and grinned. "Room four." She held up one shaking paw, four fingers lifted.

"Who wants to join us?"

"Join us?"

"Sure." The tiger grinned.

"Can we do that?" Ella's golden eyes went wide.

"Do you want to?"

"No" her voice was suddenly small, meek.

Still, he caught some hit of something, as shiver, a flick of her tawny tail. "Are you sure?" She looked at him, an edge of real fear pushed her claws to reflexively extend and retract.

"Are you sure you don't want someone here?" He continued, running his paw from her neck down over her lift nipple, to settle between her thighs, the tip of one finger rubbing her already swollen clit. She moaned.

"Are you sure you don't want them watching you?" he reached over with his free paw, waving it over the panel and summoning forth a growing cacophony of moans, gasps, and all the lewd sounds of sex as the volume came up on all the feeds from the other rooms.

She shivered, a splash of hot wetness soaking the fur of his paw and her thighs as she quickly shook her head back and forth once, laying her ears back in a most unconvincing "no."

"Watching you..." he purred in her ear as he slid his finger slowly into her. Her long, thick tail lashed like a hunter ready to pounce, her paws trailed up her body to squeeze her breasts as she purred loudly.

"Getting off on you. Getting off watching you getting off..."

She nodded, weakly.

"They're watching you now... You know that right?"

She nodded again, eyes tight shut, but the unable to contain the gasp of pleaser and gush that followed.

"They're getting off on you right now..." A particularly loud moan followed from the speaker and she yowled under her breath, shaking as a heaver orgasm made her twitch and clench, claws digging into the soft flesh of her breasts as another gush of her orgasm soaked the tigers paw and the bed spread beneath them. As soon as it passed she reached down, wrapping her paw around the tiger's girth, lifting herself up and guiding it into her.

Leaning back some he growled as she didn't so much lower, as slam herself down on him. Lifting, and then more slowly, he watched as she took him inch by inch by inch into her, splashing wetly over his orange fur as she took him all the way to his sheath. "Show them." He felt her shiver, felt her clench around him as she nodded, this time vigorously.

Her eyes still closed, her tail still thrashing, she leaned forward, her breasts hanging down over him lifting her hips as slid most of the way off the tigers significant cock, rolling her hips and lifting her tail, she made sure the cameras behind her had an absolutely clear view as she pushed slowly back down, her juices flowing and pooling as she took him all the way back in.

"They're watching you." he purred, the moans and screams of the Hotel Hello filling the room.

"They're watching me." She moaned, her claws digging into the bed cloths as she yowled in orgasm, gushing, squirting, around him even as he pumped into her. Their mingled fluids literally squirting out from between them as she came, all eyes on her.

Watching her cum and gush her excitement at their watching.

Watching her.

Watching them.

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Yiffably yours: Fox

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