An Unsure Seat. [WM]

A part of her didn’t want to move, a part of her was too shocked to do anything. Yet her legs moved on their own. Her Mind was completely blank, yet her body was moving towards Whitney. There was a part of her mind that screamed with danger, as if warning of the future, yet most of her mind was filled with bliss or completely blank. Maybe it was her animalistic part that was making it so blissful, the way she could smell every part of Whitney. She could feel the pull of her alluring voice, her legs moving on their own. Her mind was unsure, yet her body had already made her choice for her Mind.

Unbuttoning her pants and sliding them right off, her even worse soaked panties and her alluring hips swayed involuntarily a mere foot away from Whitney's face. She wasn’t completely sure what she was doing, feeling exposed made her legs squeeze together once again and her own juices squinted down her leg. Now that she was so close, over half of her mind screamed danger. As animals could sense earthquakes, it was as if her mind was trying to trick her away.

Yet she was too far gone at this point, too far into the bliss and awaiting the pleasure Whitney would make her feel. Her tail wagged and her ears perked high, one could see the way her nose took deep inhales and short exhales as if she was **** for the wonderful smell that hit her senses like déjà vu.

Pushing off her own panties, revealing her moist pussy, perhaps even wetter than Whitney's. Without thinking clearly, obviously having lost the ability to a couple of moments ago.. she sat down on Whitney's lap. Her ass bounced as she hit Whitney's lap, letting out The softest of whimpers. No one could have sounded more **** than Triss at that moment, biting her lip and pushing her hips against Whitney's own. Legs spread on each side of her partner, pussy spread wide and oozing with precum. "P-Please—" She begged, her hips moving desperately against Whitney’s. She was of few words, yet it was so clear what she wanted, maybe it wasn’t herself driving her body, maybe a rut, maybe just a desire. But who could keep themselves from giving Triss what she desired?