Marigold takes off her panties first.

Mari knew that if she was going to do this, then she had to protect her most embarrassing secret for as long as she could. If she had to bear Corinne's stares for long, she might lose her nerve entirely.

Summoning her courage, Mari threaded her fingers under the waistband of her ultra-lacy lingerie. She scrunched her eyes closed to block out Corinne's hungry expression, took a deep breath, and swept her panties down her legs.

"Ooooohhh," Corinne gasped.

Mari's most private place was covered in a thick jungle of golden hair. Tufts of untamed hair stuck out in all directions, never having felt the touch of a razor. Marigold had never wanted to spend any time with herself down there, and she figured that if anyone was going to see her private place, they would have the decency to look away.

Corinne wasn't looking away. Instead, Marigold gasped when she felt a set of fingers brush through her soft pubes.

"Oh, wow!" Corinne giggled. "So fluffy!"

"You said you wouldn't laugh," Mari whimpered. She gasped as Corinne pinched a tuft of wavy gold hair between her fingers and tugged lightly.

"Oops. Guess I lied!" Corinne giggled again and patted Mari's mound like she was at a petting zoo. "You're just so cute! You're the real deal, aren't you?"

Mari didn't know what that meant, but having Corinne play with her special place was beyond embarrassing. She pushed Corinne's hands away and clasped her hands to her mound protectively, but she couldn't stop patches of gold hair from puffing around the edge her fingers.

"Aww," Corinne sighed. "Don't be sad. I didn't wanna upset you. You really are an angel."

Mari gave a soft whine in response.

"I know what'll make you feel better..." Corinne teased. She pinched the edges of her skirt and began to lift. "You wanna see me, now?"

Mari's heart skipped a beat. She nodded.

Slowly, Corinne pulled her skirt up. Bit by bit her soft thighs came into view, until finally her red-and-white silk panties were all that was between Marigold and Corinne's sex. Corinne took her time pulling on the knots of those beautiful jingling panties, demanding Marigold savor the tension before finally, the knots holding her panties together gave out. Her silken barrier fluttered down, tiny brass bells jingling, leaving Mari to stare at the one place on the fox-girl's body she had yet to touch.

The lips of Corinne's sex were flushed pink and swollen in eager need. Mari's desire demanded she bury herself between those beautiful petals and taste every bit of Corinne's beautiful body, but somehow she restrained herself.

Mari looked higher and let out a gasp of surprise. Above those soft, sweet lips was Corinne's mound, and she'd done something special. Her jet-black hair had been trimmed in three diagonal pairs of whiskers pointed in a tiny trio of "V"s towards her sex. Even when she was nearly naked, Corinne was still a fox.

But that wasn't the best part.

Just above those black whiskers was a trio of hearts: one pink, one red, one white. Together, they formed a color decoration of intimacy.

"You like my tattoo?" Corinne purred. "I don't show it to just anyone, you know..."

"I-I love it," Mari stuttered. "I-it's really... cute."

"You should get one," Corinne teased. "Me and Rachel might have a few ideas..."

"N-no, thank you," Mari whispered.

"Party pooper," Corinne pouted. She raised a single finger and tugged at the band of her strapless kimono, baring even more of her cleavage. Mari saw that Corinne's nipples were poking eagerly through the thin silk of her top; she still hadn't fixed her bra.

Corrine's finger dipped lower, until it reached the trio of hearts tattooed below her bikini line. She started tracing slow, lazy circles around them.

"Now come on... take off that last bit, cutie. Come over here and join me, or else I'll have nothing to do with this finger but play all... by... myself."

Mari whimpered. Every fiber of her being wanted to throw herself in bed with the beautiful girl she'd just met, but to do it... she'd have to bare it all.

She had to do it. With her hands clamped over her bushy sex, she knew exactly how hot and wet of a mess she was. If she wanted to satisfy that burning heat, she'd need to bare her biggest secret.