Foxy Temptations

Anna sat on the edge of the bed, her fingers nervously fidgeting with the sheet’s hem, green eyes staring at the floor as if searching for answers. Kira, just having walked in, tossed her bag onto the floor, her long dark hair in high pigtails swaying, tied with pink scrunchies. She looked at Anna, her smile faltering, replaced by a hint of concern.

“Hey, what’s wrong, gorgeous?” Kira asked, her voice soft but laced with a playful note. She sat beside Anna, their thighs brushing, her floral perfume mingling with the vanilla scent of Anna’s cream. “You look like you’re facing execution, not a stream.”

Anna swallowed, her cheeks flushing pink. She lifted her gaze, eyes gleaming with a mix of shame and excitement. “I… talked to Tim,” she whispered, her voice trembling, fingers gripping the sheet tighter. “After that shoot… with Mark… I told him everything. How… how he turns me on. How I want him…” She looked away, heat flooding her body, nipples hardening under her t-shirt. “And… Tim… he said he wants to see it. Wants me to… be with Mark… while he watches.”

Kira gasped, her eyes widening, but she quickly scooted closer, her hand resting on Anna’s knee, fingers squeezing, leaving a warm imprint. “Damn, Anna… that’s…” She hesitated, her voice faltering, but it carried support. “That’s bold. And… you know, it’s okay. Desires… they’re weird sometimes, but Tim—he loves you, I can see it.” She giggled, her cheeks flushing, eyes dropping as if wrestling with her own embarrassment.

Anna looked at her, lips trembling, voice softer. “Weird… yeah. I… I don’t know how to handle this. Mark… he’s always in my head, Kira. I want him, and I hate myself for it. And Tim… it’s not easy for him either, he loves me, he’s jealous, but… it turns him on.” She clutched Kira’s hand, her fingers shaking, heat rising in her chest. “I’m scared I’ll ruin everything.”

Kira shook her head, her grip tightening, leaning closer, her strawberry-scented breath brushing Anna’s cheek. “Hey, nothing’s gonna fall apart,” she whispered, her voice shaky but warm. “You and Tim… you’re strong. And desires… they don’t make you bad.” She paused, eyes gleaming, fingers nervously tugging at her pigtail’s scrunchie. “You know… I’m a bit weird too. I…” She swallowed, cheeks blazing, voice dropping to a whisper. “I’m falling for you, Anna. And… for Tim too. It’s… damn, it sounds crazy, but I can’t stop thinking about both of you.”

Anna gasped, her eyes widening, heat washing over her, her body tensing. She looked at Kira, her sweet face, pink cheeks, shining eyes. “Kira…” she exhaled, voice trembling, hand squeezing hers. “That’s… I don’t know what to say… but… I’m glad you’re here. With us.”

Kira smiled, her eyes sparkling, leaning in, her lips brushing Anna’s cheek, leaving a soft, warm trace. “Then let’s light up this stream, star,” she whispered, voice quivering but turning playful. “Let all our weirdness… make us legends.”

Anna giggled, her heart still racing, but the tension eased, anxiety giving way to anticipation. She nodded, her hand squeezing Kira’s, and they turned to the bag where their costumes awaited.

Kira sprang up, voice ringing, eyes glinting with mischief. “These foxes are gonna tear the chat apart!” She pulled out two costumes, her smile widening, revealing dimples. “Ears, chokers, and… a surprise!” She showed two anal plugs with fluffy fox tails, their metallic surfaces gleaming, tails swaying, promising the audience something daring.

Anna gasped, cheeks flaming, a light heat spreading through her body, from chest to thighs. “Seriously?” she whispered, voice trembling, gaze lingering on the plugs’ smooth curves.

“Totally,” Kira giggled, stepping closer, her fingers brushing Anna’s arm, leaving a warm trace. “…It’s gonna be hot, girlfriend.”

Anna swallowed, the heat intensifying, skin prickling with anticipation. She nodded, lips twitching in a faint smile. “Alright… let’s do it,” she exhaled, voice slightly hoarse, eyes meeting Kira’s, full of playful challenge.

Anna shed her t-shirt and shorts, standing in white lace lingerie that faintly shimmered, hugging her curves—full breasts, slim waist, rounded hips. Kira glanced over, biting her glossy lip, cheeks flushing, breath catching. “Damn, Anna… tell me the truth, do you bathe in milk or something?” She faltered, fingers pausing on her blouse buttons, voice trembling. “You look… like a dream, that skin of yours…”

Anna smiled, a light shiver running through her, her gaze sliding over Kira as she unbuttoned her blouse, revealing a red lace bra tightly encasing her perky breasts. Kira swayed her hips, slipping off her jeans, exposing black panties clinging to her ass, their lace edges accentuating her curves. She looked at Anna, eyes gleaming, giggling to mask her shyness. “What’re you staring at?” she asked, voice quivering, laced with playful mockery. “Come on, star, don’t get distracted.”

Anna shook her head, cheeks burning, stepping closer, fingers squeezing Kira’s shoulder, nipping her earlobe. “You… don’t get distracted,” she whispered, voice lower, husky, sparking another giggle from Kira.

They began changing behind the screen, their movements quick but glances clashing, stirring faint shivers. Anna donned the fox costume: an orange top with a deep neckline clung to her breasts, accentuating their roundness, a short skirt barely covered her thighs, baring long legs, a choker with a small pendant pressed against her neck, and fluffy ears on a headband swayed with each move. Kira chose black: a corset cinched her waist, making her figure even sleeker, a mini-skirt exposed her thighs, a spiked choker added defiance, and black ears gleamed, catching the light. She twirled before Anna, movements playful, skirt lifting slightly, flashing the edge of lace panties.

“So, how’s it look?” Kira asked, voice soft but teasing, fingers grazing Anna’s waist, squeezing lightly. “We’re gonna drive them wild.”

Anna swallowed, her gaze tracing Kira’s curves, heat swelling in her chest, nipples stiffening under the top. “You look… like you’re ready to bankrupt them,” she whispered, voice trembling, lips curving in a smile.

Kira giggled, her hand dipping into the bag, pulling out an anal plug with a fluffy fox tail. The metal gleamed, the tail swayed, promising something provocative. “Time to crank up the heat,” she said, eyes sparkling, voice dropping, but faltering, betraying slight awkwardness. “But… first, we gotta… warm these up.”

Anna frowned, brows lifting, green eyes flashing curiosity. “Warm them up?” she echoed, voice quivering, genuine confusion in her tone. “How?”

Kira blushed, cheeks flaring with a charming flush, making Anna smile. She looked away, fingers nervously fiddling with her corset’s hem, voice dropping to a whisper, nearly lost in her shyness. “Well… in the mouth…” she mumbled, eyes darting to the plug, then to Anna, then to the floor. “I… read it’s the right way… to make it… warmer.”

Anna gasped, cheeks blazing, but her lips twitched in a sly smile. “In the mouth?” She giggled, voice turning playful, lightly mocking. “Kira, what, you’re a plug expert now?”

Kira huffed, embarrassment mixing with indignation, stomping her foot, pigtails bouncing. “So what!” she blurted, but bit her lip, stifling a laugh. “It’s… professional! Come on, star, don’t dawdle, let’s try it!”

Anna shook her head, eyes shining with laughter, but heat pulsed between her legs, fueled by this absurd, yet tantalizingly teasing situation. “Fine, Miss Professional,” she whispered, voice dropping, husky. “Show me how it’s done.”

They sat on the bed, plugs between them, their metal parts gleaming, fluffy tails swaying, taunting. Anna and Kira locked eyes, then quickly looked away, cheeks burning, lips trembling with suppressed giggles. They grabbed the plugs, fingers shaking, and, avoiding each other’s gaze, brought them to their lips. Anna cautiously licked the metal, its coolness grazing her tongue, sparking a faint shiver; she wrapped her lips around it, sucking lightly, breath hitching. Kira followed, movements clumsy, sneaking glances at Anna, eyes gleaming with shyness and amusement.

Kira broke first. Her lips quivered, a muffled giggle escaping, swelling into bright laughter. “Damn, Anna, we’re like… foxes on a diet!” she burst out, the plug nearly slipping from her hands, tail brushing her knee.

Anna snorted, her laughter mingling with Kira’s, pulling the plug from her mouth, gasping from giggles. “You… you’re the expert!” she managed, eyes tearing, cheeks blazing. “This is what you call ‘warming up’?”

Kira poked her shoulder, laughter ringing, but she tried to regain composure, wiping tears. “Alright, alright, stop cackling,” she said, voice shaking with mirth. “Let’s get serious. The chat’s waiting for our foxy tails, not a circus.”

Anna nodded, still giggling, but the heat in her body reminded her of their goal. She looked at Kira, her sweet shyness, pink cheeks, and shining eyes only stoking her desire. “Okay,” she whispered, voice low, husky. “But if I do this, you owe me… coffee.”

“Deal,” Kira winked, voice trembling, eyes flashing with challenge. “You’re up first.”

Anna knelt on the bed, her orange skirt riding up, baring her ass, still covered by white lace panties. The plug she’d “warmed” in her mouth lay beside her, its fluffy tail swaying, teasing. Kira knelt behind, fingers trembling, eyes glinting with a mix of shyness and excitement. She tugged Anna’s panties to her thighs, exposing smooth skin, and squeezed lube, the coolness grazing Anna’s ass, eliciting a slight shiver. Kira giggled, voice faltering, trying to mask awkwardness.

“Relax, star,” she whispered, tone playfully mocking. “Or our circus’ll get even funnier.”

Anna snorted, cheeks blazing, but arched, ass lifting, the plug in Kira’s hand gleaming. “You… just don’t miss, expert,” she rasped, voice quaking with laughter and heat pulsing between her legs.

Kira gently pressed the plug, movements cautious but firm; the metal, still warm from her lips, slid in, Anna gasped, her ass clenching, then relaxing, accepting the toy. The tail swayed, tickling her thighs, the fullness drawing a low, trembling moan: “Mmm… damn…”

Heat surged between her legs, nipples pressing hard against the top, the plug’s pressure sending waves of pleasure. Kira froze, breath catching, eyes gleaming, staring at Anna’s ass and swaying tail, swallowing, cheeks aflame. “This… is just… wow,” she exhaled, voice quivering, fingers nervously tugging her skirt. “Your turn. Don’t let me down.”

Kira knelt, hiking her skirt, black panties sliding to her thighs, baring her rounded ass. Anna, still trembling, took the second plug, fingers gliding over Kira’s skin, drawing a moan: “Oh…” Kira arched, pigtails swaying, eyes closing. Anna, caught in the moment, caressed her cheeks, squeezing lightly, applied lube to the plug and Kira’s ass, then slowly inserted it, feeling Kira clench, then relax, the fluffy tail swaying, brushing her thighs.

“Ahh…” Kira exhaled, voice quivering, turning, eyes shining, cheeks blazing. “Damn, Anna, this… whoa. We’re gonna wreck them.”

Anna smiled, her ass tensing around the plug, heat flooding her body, nipples rubbing the top, sparking faint bursts of pleasure. “They don’t stand a chance, girlfriend, and if the chat doesn’t lose it, I’ll be disappointed,” she whispered, eyes meeting Kira’s, brimming with playful excitement.

They stood before the mirror, tails swaying, chokers pressing their necks, ears quivering with each step. Kira grabbed her phone, fingers trembling, smile dazzling. “Let’s snap a selfie before we start,” she suggested, pressing against Anna, cheek brushing hers, strawberry-scented breath grazing her skin. They goofed around: Kira stuck out her tongue, Anna puffed her cheeks, eyes gleaming with laughter. Anna wrapped her arms around Kira from behind, hands sliding to her waist, lips pressing to her neck, nipping lightly; Kira squealed, laughing: “Anna, what the hell!” She snapped the camera, her ass lifting, corset tightening, tail swaying.

“Just warming up,” Anna giggled, voice quivering, heat pulsing between her legs, the plug stirring with each move.

They sat on the bed, tails brushing the sheets, chokers pressing their necks, plugs pressing their asses, sending light waves of pleasure with each shift. Anna launched the stream, the laptop screen flaring to life, chat exploding: “Foxes, you’re hot!” “Show those tails!” “Take off the tops!” Her heart pounded, heat flooding her body. She glanced at Kira, eyes glinting with excitement, lips trembling in a teasing smile.

“Hey, boys!” Kira waved at the camera, voice ringing like glass, smile blinding. “We’re your foxes, ready to play?” She winked, leaning toward Anna, fingers squeezing her hand, leaving a warm trace. “What’re they saying? Read it!”

Anna leaned to the screen, tail swaying, plug shifting, drawing a soft moan: “Mmm…” She swallowed, voice rasping, eyes scanning the chat. “They want us… to tease them,” she whispered, cheeks blazing, gaze meeting Kira’s, full of playful challenge.

Kira giggled, hand tugging Anna’s choker, fingers grazing her neck, sparking shivers, skin prickling. “Let’s dance,” she suggested, standing, movements fluid, skirt riding up, flashing black panties’ edge, tail brushing her thighs. “Show ’em what foxes we are!”

Anna stood, her ass tensing around the plug, heat surging between her legs, swaying her hips, tail swinging, ears trembling. Kira drew closer, her corseted chest brushing Anna, eliciting a soft moan: “Oh…” Their bodies moved in sync, skirts lifting, tails grazing sheets, chat erupting: “Show that ass!” “500 bucks if you ditch the tops!”

Kira leaned to Anna, lips grazing her ear, strawberry breath searing her skin. “They’re hooked,” she whispered, voice trembling, teasing. Her fingers tugged Anna’s top strap, slowly sliding it down, baring a shoulder, then the edge of her breast. A nipple, hard, pink, gleamed; Anna gasped, body quivering, breath hitching.

“Damn, Kira…” she exhaled, voice rasping, heat flooding her, the plug pressing her ass, amplifying sensations. She glanced at the screen, chat demanding: “Ditch the skirts!” “100 bucks for a kiss!”

Kira smiled, eyes flashing, tugging her choker, corset tightening, accentuating her chest. “They want a kiss?” she whispered, leaning in, lips meeting Anna’s, the kiss light, tongues brushing, intertwining, breaths mingling. Anna moaned into the kiss, hands gripping Kira’s waist, fingers digging into the corset, heat between her legs unbearable.

Kira pulled back, breathing heavily, cheeks aflame, reading a new message: “Ditch the skirts!” “They want more,” she whispered, voice quivering, playful, fingers tugging Anna’s skirt, slowly sliding it down, revealing white lace panties and the swaying fluffy tail. Anna gasped, ass tensing, plug shifting, eliciting a moan: “Mmm… feels like it’s gonna be hot.”

Kira stayed in her corset and skirt, tail swaying, teasing with hip sways, eyes gleaming, lips trembling with excitement. She leaned to Anna, chest brushing her shoulder, voice lowering: “So, ready to raise the stakes, foxy?”

Before Anna could reply, a sharp knock at the door shattered their playful vibe. She flinched, heart racing, heat between her legs mingling with sudden tension. “Who’s that?” she whispered, voice quivering, fingers gripping the bed’s edge, plug pressing, sparking a shiver.

Kira shrugged, eyes glinting with curiosity, tail swaying as she adjusted her skirt. “Maybe a neighbor?” she giggled, voice faltering, betraying slight unease.

Anna, still in panties and fox tail, cautiously approached the door, thighs trembling, nipples grazing her top, sending sparks through her. She cracked it open and froze. Mark stood there, dark eyes flashing, a predatory smile playing on his lips, silver chain gleaming under the lamp. He held a black velvet bag, fingers casually clutching the drawstring. “Anna,” he said, voice low, enveloping, lightly mocking. “Show’s in full swing?” His gaze roamed her body, lingering on her bare thighs and fluffy tail, then shifted to Kira, still in corset and skirt, ears swaying. “Dropped by. Brought gifts, star.”

The chat caught his voice, messages flooding: “Who’s this guy?” “Get him in!” “1000 bucks if he strips the redhead!” Anna swallowed, cheeks blazing, body tensing, thoughts of Tim, at work, flickering, stoking shame. “Mark, you’re… right on time as always… what gifts?” she managed, voice trembling, fingers gripping the doorframe, heat between her legs surging.

Mark smirked, stepping inside uninvited, his presence filling the room. He untied the bag, pulling out a black blindfold, gleaming handcuffs, and a large black dildo, its sleek surface shining, size daunting. Kira gasped, eyes widening, lips twitching in a mix of surprise and curiosity, cheeks flushing. “Whoa,” she exhaled, voice quivering, playful. “Those… for us? For real?”

Mark turned to her, gaze sliding over her corset, then the tail swaying under her skirt. “If you’re up for it,” he said, voice smooth, challenging. “Chat’s buzzing. They want a show, and I… can deliver.”

Anna shook her head, heart pounding, plug pressing her ass, intensifying heat. *Tim… I promised him… but…* “Mark, we’re… busy,” she whispered, voice trembling, eyes darting to the screen, chat demanding: “3000 bucks for the guy!” “Strip them!”

Mark stepped closer, fingers grazing her shoulder, leaving a hot trail, voice dropping, almost hypnotic. “Viewers are offering three grand,” he said, nodding at the screen. “And that’s just the start, star. You won’t pass that up, will you?”

Kira, by the bed, leaned to the screen, tail swaying, eyes flashing as she read. “Anna,” she whispered, voice trembling, excited, “three grand… that’s… wow. I know where we could spend it…”

Anna swallowed, heat flooding her, thoughts of Tim clashing with temptation. *Three grand… we could cover rent… but… him…* Chat erupted: “5000 bucks if he strips them!” “Screw the redhead!” She looked at Kira, eyes blazing, then Mark, his predatory smile pressing, and nodded, voice barely audible: “Okay… stay.”

Mark smirked, eyes glinting triumph, stepping closer to Anna, fingers squeezing her shoulder, warmth radiating, sparking a shiver. “Perfect,” his voice low, commanding. But before continuing, his gaze shifted to Kira, by the bed, her fluffy tail swaying as she adjusted her skirt. “And you, seems like you’re new to my world,” he said, smile widening, eyes roaming her corset and gleaming ears.

Kira lifted her chin, cheeks flushing, eyes flashing defiance. She stepped forward, tail swaying, voice ringing, trembling with slight shyness. “Kira,” she said, extending her hand, fingers quivering, smile dazzling. “And you’re… that Mark, right? Anna mentioned you.”

Mark took her hand, fingers lingering, squeezing tighter, gaze roving her figure, lingering on her corset-bound chest. “The very one,” he replied, voice silky, teasingly mocking. “Nice to meet you, Kira. Your idea with the outfits? Gotta say, it’s stunning.” He winked, charisma flooding the room, making Kira bite her lip, cheeks deepening pink.

“My idea,” she shot back, holding his gaze, eyes gleaming, glancing at Anna for support, then back at Mark. “But no tail for you.”

Mark laughed, a low rumble echoing, releasing her hand, gaze locked on her. “I’ve got my own ‘tail,’ foxy,” he said, voice dropping, provocative. “Show what you’ve got, and I’ll let you play with it.”

Kira scoffed, cheeks blazing, raising brows, smile turning cheeky. “Keep dreaming, big boy,” she giggled, stepping to Anna, hand squeezing her shoulder, affirming her loyalty. “We’re here for the chat, not your… tail.”

Anna, by the door, swallowed, heart pounding, plug pressing her ass, sending waves of heat. She glanced at the screen, chat exploding: “3000 bucks for the guy!” “Get him in!” Thoughts of Tim, at work, flickered, stoking shame. “Mark, what’s your game?” she managed, voice trembling, fingers gripping her top’s hem, nipples grazing the fabric, sparking shivers.

Mark turned to her, smile softening, eyes blazing. “A show, star,” he whispered, stepping closer, fingers gliding down her arm, leaving a searing trail. “Chat wants a spectacle, and we won’t disappoint.” He nodded at Kira, still holding Anna’s shoulder. “Kira, your tail idea’s got them wild. How about a pose to up the ante?”

Kira giggled, eyes flashing, glancing at Anna, hand squeezing her waist, eliciting a soft moan: “Mmm… Only if Anna’s in,” she said, voice quivering, playful, eyes flicking to the screen, chat demanding: “4000 bucks for a pose!” “Show the tails!”

Anna swallowed, heat surging between her legs, plug stirring, amplifying sensations. She looked at Kira, her focus on her mingling with a hint of curiosity about Mark, then at the screen, stakes climbing. “Okay… let’s try it,” she whispered, voice trembling, eyes meeting Mark’s, his predatory smile pressing.

Mark clapped, smile widening. “That’s the spirit,” he growled, gaze roaming both girls. “Anna, on your knees. Kira, show the chat what a wild fox you are.”

Anna knelt, fluffy fox tail swaying. Kira stepped to her, ass lifting, tail swishing, skirt riding up, flashing black panties’ edge. Chat erupted: “Ditch the corset!” “300 bucks for her tits!”

Mark turned to Kira, hand grazing her shoulder, voice softening, teasing. “This corset… hides your beauty,” he said, fingers sliding to the clasp, slowly unfastening. “Let’s show the chat what you’re made of, Kira.”

Kira gasped, cheeks blazing, glancing at Anna, her focus on her friend wavering under Mark’s pull. “Just the corset,” she whispered, voice trembling, faintly yielding, hands still, letting Mark remove it.

The corset fell, revealing a red lace bra, nipples peeking through, chest heaving. Kira arched, tail swishing, glancing at Anna, lips trembling. Chat exploded: “1000 for the bra!” “Strip the redhead!”

Mark turned to Anna, hand gliding to her waist, fingers tugging her panties, sliding them down, baring her wet pussy and swaying tail. “Perfect,” he growled, hand squeezing her ass, slapping, the sound echoing, Anna moaning: “Ah!”

Her body quivered, plug pressing, heat overwhelming. “I know how to keep going.” Kira approached Mark’s gifts on the bed, grabbing the blindfold. “Put it on, big boy, we’re gonna play.” Mark nodded. “Another great idea, Kira, but first, strip me.”

Kira giggled, stepping to Mark, fingers unbuttoning his shirt, baring his chest, chain swaying. Anna, kneeling, tugged his jeans, fingers trembling, Mark’s hard cock springing free from his boxers. Kira tied the blindfold over his eyes, smile teasing. “Ready, big boy?” she whispered, pushing him back onto the bed. “Don’t worry, we don’t bite.”

“Get started,” Mark replied, voice seductive, hands casually thrown behind his head.

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