Furny’s blue eyes drank her in, the hunger in them unmistakable, but he kept his touch slow, deliberate. He started at her collarbones, tracing the delicate line with his fingertips before working down, his paws gliding over the swell of her breasts. XXX His claws traced light, teasing circles along her spine before moving outward, massaging the dip of her lower back. His thrusts were slow, and deep, each one deliberate, as if he wanted to savor every second of being inside her. He started at her collarbones, tracing the delicate line with his fingertips before working down, his paws gliding over the swell of her breasts. “Relax for me, love,” Furny murmured as he straddled her thighs, his warm paws gliding over her bare back.




















