Nearly there, nearly done, fourth of the NSFW Loona set - everything out and on display.

Her scent is all over you, fulling your lungs, filling your air. Your knees hurt, your tongue might feel a little sore, and you could sweat you heard a certain 'schlick... schlick... schlick...' every time you licked one of her beans. Despite being nearly trampled with those soft, fuzzy soles squeezing against your face - rubbing against it, shifting here and there to squeeze against either side while pushing your cheeks in - somehow her scent's only growing stronger.

Then, finally she puts her feet flat on the ground. Finally, she spreads her legs wider. Finally, she invites you... no, DEMANDS that you help her with her heat... by wrapping her ankles around your neck and dragging you face-first into that sulfurous honey pot. Sweat is traded for juices as she reaches down, claws tangling in your hair as she grinds against your face, using you like a toy. Drool rains down as she whimpers... then moans... drawing ever closer to a howl.