Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

"i'll miss you too, Aria," he whispered, his eyes closing at the soft touch of her lips and tongue and teeth, while his own muzzle snaked about, kissing her here and there, whatever part of her silken pelt he could reach. as before, she found and exploited the tenderest of areas around his neck and ears, and he shivered against her in spite of himself, grinning sheepishly.