Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

the brute was as certain as the day was blue, that this man was head over paws into her. it would only be logical, as she was an example of quality and quantity, both provided by her moist, saggy aspects.

so, she advanced. in a walk that was meant as seductive and elegant - but was more akin to a particularly sultry snail crawl - diesel got out of her napping spot, and thrust herself chest-first at the male, like a jenna to his balto*
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"khh-khh-khh." her giggle was not pleasant. "i don't need a horever hriend, jusht a shomehne to kill ti'e hith..." her paw attempted to reach up and pat his soft, broad, muscular chest.

"you in a hurry, ginger?"