”…when we’re just going to get messy again.” Her breath pushes past your lips before her tongue does. Mouths press against each other and all the familiar tastes and sensations of the previous night return. She presses her belly to yours. The dried sex fluid matting her crotch fur made her teats and muff a bit scratchy. But as much as you want her, she really needs to get going if she doesn’t want to be late.