Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

It seemed that whatever fever Fin had been infected with, it was highly contagious for Elwood was soon returning her ministrations just as eagerly as she.  Fin couldn't control the growl that rumbled from her chest as his tongue slipped across her across.  It was a sound of need and of hunger that fueled her voice.  It was uncontrollable, insatiable, and would have been completely unnerving were it not for the fact that she had lost herself entirely in the moment.


Finley needed no encouragement when Elwood stood over her.  While the touches he placed upon her chest were nice and all, she was ready for the big show.  Fin rolled quickly over onto her belly and stood as well, pressing her spine against his stomach and chest.  She swept her tail quickly to the side while twisting her neck to caress his throat with her tongue, her growls mingling with gentle whines, almost begging him to kerflomple the flomple out of her.