Infect Me With Your Love, Fill Me With Your Poison

He would give every part of her body a kiss, his pink tongue running along her fur ever so gently, the act making the small russet girl give out soft whines of pleasure. She was beginning to get excited, holding her banner high behind her as it wagged slowly. She was beginning to fully want him, her body showing signs as her hips swayed with his kisses, head rose, and sapphire blue eyes would softly close. She trusted this male, trusted him because he was her everything. She would have to let all of her past go to accept him into her. And so she did, let it all go, waiting for her Casanova to make the next move.