I've got time to kill
Lorikeet
01-08-2021, 02:51 PM
The more Laith reacted, the more Keetie wanted to tease him. Poor, innocent, one-direction lover. She was tempted to spell out some of her more… erotic dreams in great detail. Somehow, she had a feeling she would be seeing his tail vanish over the next hill before the first five words were out of her muzzle.
He was very adamantly against kissing her. Talk about wounding a poor girl's heart, and then twisting the knife. “Think how I feel! Meeting a man that looks at me like I'm the cow dung between his toes. The least you can do is give me a kiss to soothe my poor broken heart.” Honestly, he owed her that. She managed to keep in her laughter.
So, she was allowed a kiss, but not a taste? She supposed beggars can't be choosers. She parted her muzzle, tongue sweeping out. The motion slow and seductive, brushing delicately over her lips. Completing a full half circle as her eyes laughed at him. The expression of mirth soft and supple.
“No tongue down the throat.” she promised him.
She stepped closer to the poor, white, thundercloud. “here, love. Close your eyes.” she whispered, taking pity on him. “Picture me as my brother. We are very similar, he and I. His coat are tones of fire to compliment my tones of ice. With broad shoulders, and the muscles of a man that works for a living.” she went on to describe a handsome beast of a man as she leaned forward, and pressed a kiss to Laith’s lips, her tongue brushing gently against his muzzle, tasting him. Hey, it wasn’t down his throat. She didn’t break a promise.
"Speech"
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