>>49892986I can't make any promises, but I find the idea of writing that eventually to be hot.
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His animalism and concupiscence seeps through the ribbons to you, and you find yourself ready for a round two when just a few minutes ago you wouldn’t have even imagined the idea of a round one. Sylveon grins at you as he effortless positions you on your back with your legs in the air. He locks eyes with yours and places his two front paws on your still-sensitive nipples, using your chest to lift himself just enough to line up his large fox bone with your tight ass. You can feel the tip of it scrap against your sensitive area. Sylveon locks eyes with you, his grin once again showing off those two cute little fangs, his face the picture of love and lust and his avidity becoming your own. What is he waiting for?
“Please…” You say, and his ears perk up. He teases you more with his warm tip, sliding it in just a few inches before sliding back out. He can’t hide how much he wants this, you can feel it seeping though the fleshy ribbons, he can’t stop it. But still, somehow, he holds off. “PLEASE!” You beg the Sylveon to penetrate you, and finally you can feel your tight hole being invaded by his vulpine rod. You can feel it filling you up, the heat and wetness of a foreign object inside you making you groan out. And you can feel the tightness of yourself, you can feel the strange pleasure that Sylveon feels being buried inside you. Giving you just enough time to adjust, Sylveon starts humping you, his silky ribbons turning your face to his own. He wants you to watch as he fucks you, as if feeling it from two perspectives at once wasn’t enough. “Syl, syl, sylve, SYL, SYL,” he lets out those cute little sounds as he pounds you as if you were his Sylveon bitch, and you gasp with each thrust.
