(Arabella) is in MAJOR heat

Your actions decide to take over since you fail to say anything worthy. You lift Arabella, carry her to your room, and close the door behind you. “You want a reward?”

Arabella’s smile is plastered with desire, and instead of saying anything, she decides a nod is all needed. You drop her in your bed and start kissing her. You ask what she wants between your kissing, and she simply says, “You.”

Her hands roll over your sides as they start pulling at the hems of your shirt and the band of your bottoms as you do the same. It isn’t long before you’re both naked and admiring each other. Your eyes ravish familiar curves and skin tones. How could you see something so many times and still lust over it beyond the minds of your current states?

“You’re much easier to please than Gwendolion,” you tease, pushing her back into your sheets.

She offers no comment. Instead, she watches you with a burning expression as you lower yourself between her legs. Her clean-shaven pussy is already glistening in the dim glow your light offers the room. You massage her thighs and grab them to angle her closer to the edge of your bed. You kiss and suck tenderly between her legs. You hear her voice break into a small moan as she whispers your name in one hot breath.

Your motions are tender as they slide around her lower torso, careful even as you taste along her thighs, leaving trails of hot salvia all along the meat of her long legs. You draw your tongue near her honeypot as it drips with biological urge.

“Fuuuck,” her voice quivers as she lets out a tight release of her verbal ability.

“What are you doing down there?”

“Tasting,” you say, paying more attention to her slit as it drips than her face as you do as you say. She’s salty, warm, and attractive. Listening to her words only makes you a throb. “Licking…Touching…”

A sharp gasp leaves her mouth as she closes her legs around you, nearing her limit already. “Master, you’re~ going to make me cum~!!”

You glance up at her and watch her eyes shut with bliss as you start licking her lips between her legs. You travel your fingers along her thighs, massaging her as you eat her out. Arabella’s chest raises and falls with her breaths as the volume of your lovemaking starts to bleed louder into the room. She clamps her hands over her mouth as she watches you drive your tongue into her puffy goodness.

The muffled noises of her cries make you intensify your actions. You taste. You lick. You touch. Arabella falls back into your bed with her legs shaking and her voice going unappreciated as it’s blocked from her own palms. Despite that, however, you can still hear the crude use of her vocabulary come out between the cracks of her fingers.

Your fingers walk to her clit and start gently rubbing it as your tongue drives and pulverizes her ability to contain herself. She suddenly slaps her hands down on the sheets and begs you to stop with a strained voice. “M-master! W-wait! Wait~!! I don’t want to cu-cum like this~this~!~this~!!?”

Arabella grab your head and pull you close to her dripping pussy as she starts to collapse in ecstasy. Her warm thighs close around your head as she releases her sticky honey over you. “I- I’m sorry! Oh, fuck~!! You’re making me cum~!!!”

Now that you’re unable to answer her, you just keep yourself busy by orally stimulating her throughout her entire orgasm. She tangles her fingers in your hair as she pants heavily and occasionally twitches as you ride along her tunnels and around her pink entrance. She keeps saying things, but it’s hard to hear everything she conjures up in her fuzzy post-orgasm mindset.

Arabella is too fucked up after her orgasm to realize you’re mounting her. She watches lazily as you slide her body into your hips and have her legs still spread out and half-wrapped around your waist, with your rock-hard rock slipping between her wet lips.

She’s still on her back, and her hands are static above her red hair. She swallows and glances down. “You’re…not done with me?”

“Not in the slightest,” you reach for her breasts and squeeze them equally challenging. Her pink nipples stick out between your fingers as you knead them. You feel breathing as your cock rides along her pussy, coating itself in her exertion. “Look at you.”

Arabella closes her eyes, her mouth curled in a smile. “I can’t, Master. I can look at you, though,” she squints at you between the slights of her eyelids. “And you’re really, fucking hot.”

You grab her wrists and pin them above her head as her legs wrap more securely around your waist as she braces for your hardness to replace your tongue in her tunnel. No words are exchanged as you stick, penetrating her tightness– made easy by your previous foreplay.

Arabella’s pussy swallows your length and massages your shaft in every direction; you bury every inch into her glorious fuckhole. Your chest starts to feel warm as you watch her eyes roll back. Your hips begin to move quicker into her dripping, almost over-stimulated cunt. Your cock throbs within her soft interior.

Generally speaking, you were going slow in your motions, but she’s starting to tighten more around you. You clamp your head down her mouth when you piece together she’s about to have another orgasm. “So soon?”

MMmmff~!! MMM~MMM~MM~

Arabella’s whimpering is impossible to understand, but you feel her body starting to spasm out of control; you pull out and let her squirt all over you as she trembles. You watch, as she moves her hips with no rhythm in particular. Arabella’s head rolls back, and she breathes harder when you release your hand from her mouth. “Fuck…Master…You’re making me crazy… I feel so dizzy I don’t know what’s happening to me.”

You start to idly explore her pussy with your fingers, gingerly shoving your middle and ring finger in and out of her. A seductive sound of wet fingering starts to fill the room that would be otherwise silent.

“No,” she whimpers, shivering slightly. “Fuck me with your dick, not your fingers.”

“Ssh,” you tell her, watching your two fingers become three.

“Oh, my God…” She whimpers as she tries to break free from your tight grip above her head. “Oh, my God!”

“Shh!!” You warn her, watching your act like individual agents of sexual release as they plunge in and out of her, doing an excellent job of pushing her closer to her third orgasm. “Why are you…submissive right now?”

Arabella doesn’t answer. Instead, she moans and wiggles, unable to break from your grip as you milk her without much effort. “I- I- I don’t know~!!”

You let go of her hands, and she closes her mouth before she starts cumming another time. You squeeze her waistline with your free hand, milking the fuck out of her pussy as she writhes in indescribable pleasure. She’s soaked your sheets in her pleasure, but you don’t care much.

When Arabella subsides from her third climax, she shakes her head. “OK…Please stop,” she grabs your wrist and stickers your fingers into her mouth. “Let me repay you,” she says under a sheet of pink.

You feel her roughly-textured tongue clean your fingers as she giggles. “I want to touch your cum with mine.”

Since it’s supposed to be her reward, you decide not to say anything and lay down where she was. Arabella doesn’t do more than just roll between your legs, where she gladly takes your dick into her mouth. She’s quick to work her head into a smooth yet pleasurable bob on your sensitive shaft. After all that edging and fucking, you find yourself feeling quite pleased with her efforts in milking your rod. You brush back her red hair and scratch behind her pointy ears while gently thrusting into her maw.

The uniquely textured tongue inside of her mouth makes it difficult to describe, but one second in a mouth like Arabella’s, you wonder why foxgirls aren’t more popular at strip clubs or pleasure bars. Her bright amber eyes are transfixed onto yours, too, bulging slightly whenever she takes you to the back of her throat. She gags on your length, tuggingly softly on your ballsack as with her fingers.

Unimpressed by simply laying there, you back the back of her head and **** her all the way down on your erection. You feel her chin press against the package as she feverishly lashes her tongue back and forth to make sure that all your previous efforts haven’t gone unrewarded.

When your grip lightens, she pulls back and starts panting. Her mouth dripping with saliva and bubbles. Her hand replaces her mouth and jerks every inch of your member, from the base and then to the tip, with a slight twist and tight grip.

“Master,” she whispers. “I want your milk…”

She reaches between her legs and gathers the residue of her last climax, and sucks her fingers clean in front of her. “I want your milk, Master… Give me your milk…”

She sticks her tongue out over the tip, brushing it slightly. It’s enough to set you off, and you see the first rope of cum before she locks her mouth around your head. Her hand remains busy, but her tongue does the egging and makes sure every drop of your orgasm ends up inside.

After you’re spent, she giggles and places a long kiss on your right testicle and then on your stomach. “Thank you, Master. You taste better than I remembered~.”