Jax's tongue dove into Nyara's well-used asshole with the focus of a man completing a mission. It was salty, musky, and utterly degrading. He lapped at the tender, stretched ring, his nose buried in the soft fur of her tail's base.
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Nyara's whole body shuddered. A long, low moan tore from her throat, part pleasure, part pure, animalistic release. Her fluffy tail thumped against the floor like a frantic drumbeat.
"Oh, gods… Professor…" she whimpered, her voice cracking.
He finally pulled back, his lips glistening. 'Okay, now what innocent act should I pull'?
But Nyara was past waiting. A wave of raw need crashed over her, burning away her hesitation.
She closed her legs slightly, trapping his still-hard cock between her thighs. Then, with a desperate, grinding motion, she rubbed her dripping, open pussy along the length of his shaft.
"Ah! So hot…" she moaned, her eyes glazed over.
