Go with Marko

You look around as the bell sounds, you are already going to be late and the hallway is empty of students. “How long are you free for?” You find yourself asking.

Marko smiles and starts leading you towards the auditorium, “I have a free double, and I would be happy to spend that time with someone as cute as you,” He says.

You don’t push back against his guidance as he takes you around a couple of corners and soon you are in front of the auditorium doors. He tries the handle to find them locked. You are disappointed but Marko is prepared. He pulls a key from his pocket and, making sure the coast is clear he unlocks the doors and leads you inside.

Once inside he locks the doors again and turns to face you, “Now,” he pulls you into an embrace, “I can think of so many things I would like to do to you,” he says before kissing you, his tongue delves into your mouth as his hands slide under your shirt to rub his claws gently across the small of your back.

You shudder at his touch, “You taste like cheetah, I am thinking you are not as innocent as I first thought,” he smiles at you. “So cutie, what would you like to do to me?” He asks.

You shuffle step away from the door while kissing, your head swimming, only ten minutes before you were eating cheetah snatch and now you were making out with a fox.

You start to pull at his shirt, eager for his touch as he starts to unbutton yours. Soon you are both topless and he steps back to look at you. You rarely like to wear bras, so your breasts are free and your hard nipples asking for attention. “Oh my you are beautiful aren’t you,” he tells you.

He comes back to you and guides you towards a chair as he unbuttons his pants, his penis springs free, long and strangely shaped though not too thick. He falls back into one of the auditorium chairs naked giving you a look which speaks volumes.

You peel your skirt down revealing your naked body to him, “I want to feel your tongue against me and taste you to start,” you say.

He reaches out for you and pulls you closer, “Kneel on the arm rests and my tongue will be yours,” he promises as his paws squeeze and knead your breasts.

You moan at his touch as you step closer and mount the chair, one knee on each arm rest and your hands on the back of the chair.