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“Please,” you beg, and she needs no more encouragement, her her muzzle taking you in fully. Her warm tongue is not completely canine yet not human ether, and the way she makes sure it touches all your most receptive spots makes you clench the bed sheets. You can feel her grin as she bobs her head up and down. Her front paws are on your thighs, her mane brushes your skin and she keeps her eyes locked with yours even as her tail moves her haunches back and forth. You can hold it back no longer, she brings you to the edge and keeps you there as long as she can but you finally find yourself exploding into her maw with a few quick spurts. She gulps some of it down, and then lifts her head, walks on your stomach to be face-to-face, and opens her muzzle to show you the results of your work before swallowing. You can hear it as she does. She nuzzles your face, and you can feel her dripping on you. Soon enough she turns around, lifting her still-wagging tail to show you her two holes. Her vulpine cookie is leaking liquid, and you open your mouth before she backs into it. This time, it is your turn to tease her, you make sure she feels your breath on her opening, and as she touches herself against your mouth, you very slowly insert your tongue into her wet slot. She tastes like a stronger version of how she smells, like summer and spring and fun and energy, and yet like none of those at the same time.
“Eevee…” This time, it is her that begs, and you oblige her moans, sticking your tongue as far as will go and searching for all of her more sensitive spots. She moans her name, and you wonder how close she is getting. You’ve brought her to orgasm this way before, and you always look forward to her panting and moaning, her yips getting more fox-like as she gets closer, and the taste of her Pokemon juices. But this time, she must have noticed that you are still erect, and she reluctantly steps away from your mouth.
