>>13165854You want a greentext? Fine
>Come home from a long day of work late at night>Open the door, smell something brewing in the kitchen>See a lovely fox girl, still in her extravagant circus trope outfit>Forget that the reps payed off, and you're new girlfriend, Omaru Polka, was making you a late dinner!>Although she can't cook well, she's able to make a simple miso soup, some rice, and leftover curry from the previous night (that you helped cook)>She has a worried look in her beautiful amethyst eyes, her pupils dilating to almost look like... clubs?>"your.. dinnah.. sorry, sorry, notto good" She tries to state her worries of her cooking skills in broken english>Seeing her try so hard for you makes your heart warm with love>"Daijoubu desho, anata no meshi ha mecha umai desu!" you reply, attempting to bridge the language gap a bit more.>She looks back with a smile and laughs at the attempt to speak japanese, the worry gone from her eyes.>Seeing her give her attention to the soup that almost boiled over, you notice that her usual undergarments are missing.>Getting a rush, you finish putting your work stuff away, then meet her in the kitchen.>Her silky blond hair, braided to her right, smelling like citrus, provide a great cushion as you straddle her from behind in a loving embrace>You feel her fluffy fox ears wiggle in excitement as you kiss her cheek, her black tipped tail tickling the underside of your chin as you're snuggling in the moment. >Turn down the stove, not only because it was on high the whole time, and any longer will make cleaning the pot a hassle, but to make sure the food doesn't get too cold for what's about to happen>Turn around to face her, our faces blushing and heavy breathing>start making out in the kitchen, hands embraced, fingers interlocked, and tongues mingling.>Open my eyes, inches away from hers. Her formerly black and gold pupils. turned a pair of fiery red hearts, speaking all of her desires in a unspoken manner. >moving your way down, you start kissing her neck, pushing her hips down and toward you>wrapping her leg around yours, you pin her to the wall next to the bedroom>close in on her supple breast, remembering her discontent with their side with a chuckle as you unstrap the top of her colorful corset>kissing, softly biting and teasing her areolas, hearing her breathing getting noticeably labored>after her breast are stimulated, nipples poking out and almost red from stimulation, you feel her hand on your head>ready for what's next, she pulls you down to her puffy, wet clussy>while her cooking may not be the best in the world, the taste of her sticky, wet pussy is better than any meal that money can buy>your tongue mapping out and spreading out her labia, rewarding itself with more and more strands of hormonal excrement>every breath you drag in gets you more drunk on her intoxicating pheromones, the tightness in your pants being more noticeable with every heartbeat>her clit exposed, you attack it relentlessly, spelling out love letters with your tongueshe raises her leg up higher, giving me purchase and access to the soft, thick thighs that you dearly love
>as you're in the middle of writing down some kanji on her clit, you hear her tail smack the wall, one of her signs of an approaching climax>Sign your name in cursive before stopping your crusade on her poor clit>her eyes betrayed at my cruelty. as I wipe my mouth and lick off a few strands of her loveI'll do more in a bit
