Frances' words and actions caused a pleasant rise from the fox. Quin melted a little, "Please do." he pleaded softly, his hot minty mouth greedily accepting what was given. Down between his legs Frances would quickly come to find not one but two greedy orifices begging to be filled. Even his urethra seemed to gasp for attention. His hands roamed Frances' body, seeking his hottest spots, his moistest spots...finding the folds he'd been longing for since the first time he'd caught Frances' scent, his fingers massaged their way in.