a fat skunkette

The door lit up and opened, a large figure entering. She was… full-bodied, to be generous. She was a fat skunk, bearing enormous tits and a thick, fuzzy belly. Her furry tail swished behind her, a tube top barely covering part of her breasts and shorts clinging to the bottom of her gut and a huge ass. There’s a strong aroma around her, an overpoweringly organic mixture of sweat and sex that assaults your powerful nose, an intoxicating sort of mixture of interesting and arousing.

The skunkess winks at you as she looks you up and down. “Well hello there, alpha boy,” she says suggestively, showing blatant interest in you. She’s not wholly unappealing, especially her fascinating but unusual smell. But part of your mind nags that you could find something better, but there’s another question that she looks at you hotly enough that you wonder whether or not she would let you go, or how you could sneak out of it. Of course, your raging hardon (which she has trouble taking her eyes off of) is urging you to satisfy it, and fast…