Rub that dick!

 Alternating between working her hands in together and in opposite directions, Krystal jerks off the sharpclaw as fast as she can, noticing the irregular bumps that cover its surface.  'I wonder what those would feel like...'  She shakes her head.  'It's not as if it would fit anyway, nor would I want it too.'  Distracted by this examination, she unwittingly points the throbbing meat stick straight at her face, where it explodes, soaking through her hair and clogging her nostrils.  Resisting the urge to lick her muzzle, the vixen quickly dunks her head back in the lake.  After scrubbing her hair clean once more, Krystal heads back down the village path.