Get closer

Remembering the bigger picture, you instead work your way down as quietly as you can so you aren’t heard. Once you’re grounded, you watch her a little closer. You can see her take a few items from the shelves. A hammer, a screwdriver. You stalk towards her a little faster. She starts throwing a few things aside that doesn’t capture her interest.

The girl starts to climb a little on the table, reaching for something on top of the shelf. She looks to be in fairly good shape. She’s curvy and slender, tall and weighted - she was no scrawny twig. She definitely came from someone or someplace that was taking care of her.

Her bushy tail swung left to right as she stretched upward. Her pants hugged her lower torso perfectly, again indicating that she came from a well-equipped place. Perhaps other trouble makers? A guild or small-time criminal probably operating a thieving trade. With a tight body like that, she could fit anywhere--

What are you thinking?!?

Your cock was becoming a stiffy. You felt your face warm the longer you checked out the girl. Her ass was all puckered out and plump. Her DNA mingling with a foxes was fitting. Even though you hadn’t gotten a very good look at her face, you already painted her into someone near perfect looking.

Mentally shaking yourself, you stand up and lunge at her; pinning her to the table she had been using for support. The way you grabbed her from behind made her ass press against the semi-firm bulge in pants pretty much at the same time as she became trapped under your weight.

You can hear her gasp at the sadness of your attack. She tries to crane her neck to look at you, but you grab and **** her to look away. If she saw how red your face was, she’d probably lose all forms of respect. He tail thrashes back and forth. You out and cover her mouth to smother her increasing noise making.

She rubs herself back and forth on your bulge. You bite down on your lip - fighting the urge to groan. You just had to get a little...touch. Your left hand remains pressed against her lips while your right starts to roll around her sides and then thigh gap. She felt warm - hot even. All your touching is forcing all her strength to simply leave her body. You can feel her arch and the moans bounce off your palm.

Your inner conscious starts to rattle your skull. What you were doing was far from right. Nonetheless, your hand finds it’s way down her pants. You find that she’s insanely fertile. Is she turned on by this? No...She’s struggling too much.