[She gives him a narrow-eyed look, but decides that she can accept his word at face value, returning to where she's busy slowly kissing her way up his neck, one hand sliding between them in order to absently drift through the hair available to her.
Or, rather, fur, as he might want to call it.]
What about after? Will I get a treat and get to see?
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Or, rather, fur, as he might want to call it.]
What about after? Will I get a treat and get to see?