“It’s, really…itchy.” She chokes out one word at a time. Apparently so…you could only imagine what it was like to be covered in fur and constrained to a wetsuit all day. Such cruel treatment deserves some compensation. Your fingers dig into the dense fur of her crotch and you scratch around giving her the consideration demanded by your empathy. You temporarily abandon her nape and pull back to watch with a smile as her eyes squint shut in satisfaction. Your fingers fight the tension of her suit and snake to the crevices of her hind legs where you make sure to fire off every coiled nerve in the sweaty channels. Returning to the center of her muff, you dig past fur above her pubic bone and roughly stimulate the skin underneath. She lets off a few more little grunts as you finish relieving her itch. Finally satiated, she lowers her midsection back down and regains her composure.