"Alright, let's stop here..." said Phyra, her voice tinged with heat as she turned her head to avoid lips. Nearly six minutes had passed since they began kissing, and since she had been grinding him the entire time, the front of her trousers had darkened from arousal.
"Then I guess I'll see you again in five cycles..." hummed Will, squeezing her ass and giving her one final kiss on her exposed left shoulder before meeting her gaze with a playful, narrow-eyed smile.
"Mmmn...when you put it that way, it would be a waste to part ways so soon..." noted Phyra, wiggling her hips from side to side and periodically putting more strength into her legs.
Catching Phyra completely off guard, Will proposed, "Want me to brush and braid your hair and fur? You look badass with messy hair, but even if you're immortal, I can see you're not impervious to split ends..."
