Bend over the counter

You turn your back to him and push the coins and crystals to one side. You brace your forearms on the counter and widen your stance, your tail raised beneath your dress. He chuckles and steps toward you, his paws busy unbuttoning his trousers.

"I like a girl who knows what she wants," he says, grabbing your skirts and flipping them up over your tail, exposing your bare ass and swollen pussy lips, your long cock hanging down between your legs against the front of the counter. "Well, aren't you just full of surprises?" the Fox says, rubbing your dripping pussy with one paw until his pads are slick and shiny, you legs shaking as your clit throbs with need. He slicks his tapered, red shaft with your juices.

"Hurry, please," you say.

"Where would you like it, Miss?" he asks.