Rahne

Ben always got sick whenever he looked out a window on a plane, so he went to sit in the back next to the girl Kitty had identified as Rahne.

As he sat down, he got a chance to observe her. She was a little shorter then him, and couldn't be much older. Her hair was short and a brilliant red. Her skin was a pale, alluring shade of pink. Most importantly, at least to him, her tits were large, and seemed to be fighting to get out of her tight green shirt. Though he couldn't see much of her ass due to her being seated, she seemed to have quite the nice handful down there as well.

Ben sat down, doing his best to look like he hadn't just been blatently checking her out. Rahne glanced over at him and nodded in greeting. Her nostrils flared as she seemed to smell him. All of a sudden, her nipples hardened as if on command. She leaned over the armrest, rubbling her barely contained tits against his arm. "Ye smell... delicious. Like an alpha in season." Ben got the impression that she was trying not to lick him.

"So," she said, dragging a finger down his clothed shoulder. "Wanna join the mile high club?"