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He sunk his hand lower, and a tiny, firm bud moved against his middle finger. Her head jerked back as she let out a sharp gasp, her hips dipping away. Ingram paused.

At his stillness, she tilted her face down and noted the flash of white in his orbs. She let out a quiet giggle.

From outside of her pants, she pushed his hand against her until his forefinger found it again. She ground the firm nub against it.

“It’s my clit. It feels good, but really sensitive.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her head against the side of his neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll let you know if something hurts.”

Did that mean he could be bolder?

Ingram dug into her pants deeper, and Emerie let out a little cry as he petted herclit. His cock swelled in reaction to the delicious sound, and he was already desperate to hear her give him another.

With his arm around her waist to hold her against him, he carefully and lightly moved his middle finger against her clit, since having all his fingers against it felt too imposing. As he explored, feeling the folds and lips of herpussy,he tried to see what would give him the best reaction. Going side to side seemed to make her tremble, but circles made moans break from her at the same time.

Drool filled his mouth, and he quickly swallowed.She smells so nice like this.The more he touched, the stronger her arousal was.

But he remembered she said he was supposed to touch inside somehow. He followed the path of slick and found a little pool. He pressed his finger pad against it, stroking to find... he wasn’t quite sure.

However, as he pressed deeper, he expected to find an end. Instead, hot, soft flesh slipped around his finger like it was melting as he pushed. It was only when he was barely first-knuckle deep that he realised he’d found it.

Excitement curled his tail tip, and he pushed a little harder and faster than he meant to, curious to know where she ended. He made her mount his finger, and she tensed and arched as a rasp broke from her lips.

“Ingram,” she moaned, her knees buckling inwards as snug plushness clamped his finger.

But now what?

He swirled his finger to explore all her hot textures. The back wall was smooth, the front bumpy and plump, and everything was tight. He wasn’t sure where to touch and wiggled when he knew he hadn’t reached all of her depths.

He wasn’t sure if the trembling from her chest was because of pleasure or laughter, especially since the noise she was producing was stifled by her face buried against his neck. She lowered her hand to cup the back of his own, to keep it still, and moved her hips back and forth.

“Like this,” she whispered.

Oh.Embarrassment prickled the back of his neck when his finger moved in and out of her snug channel.

He took over, and she slipped her arm back around him.

As he thrust his finger, Emerie rocked against him, her breaths growing more shallow and shorter each time. He also moved it around, trying to see if there was some kind of... special spot that felt even better for her; like how the head and sacs of his cock were more sensitive than the rest.

“Oh fuck,”she bit out when he curled against the front of her inner walls. Her nails dug into the scales on his back, before she clasped two spikes to leverage herself to grind against him. “R-right there.”

“Here?” He pressed hard and moved in and out.

Emerie let out a loud cry and clung harder, her lips shaking against his neck. Her entire body tightened and shivered, while her pussy grew slicker.

He groaned at the fresh wave of her arousal scent, and he slipped his free hand under her shirt from behind her so he could deepen the contact between them. She darted her hand to yank her shirt down, but he didn’t mind; not when she was too distracted to notice that he’d grasped her left breast so he could... tease it.

It wasn’t the same as her right, not as soft and her nipple was smaller, but it still felt wonderful in his rough palm. All that mattered to him was that it belonged to her, and that it could give her pleasure.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” she whispered around pants. “I’m so close.”

Close to coming? What would it be like when this little female lost her mind to bliss, like she’d done for him with her hands against his big cock?

He needed to know.

He wanted to go faster, to dig harder. He couldn’t. His movements were limited by the restriction of her pants.

With a small snarl, he forced himself away from her lovely breast so he could grab the back of her pants. He yanked them down her legs until they were around her ankles, giving him blessed freedom to do what he wanted with this delightful little hole he’d found.

“Hey– Ohhh!” Whatever protest she’d begun morphed into a haunting cry as he speared her with his finger, over and over, not too roughly, but in a swift rhythm.