Boy, this girl was getting to be rather vocal, how nice. He loved a girl who did that. Not only did it feel good, but it meant he was doing good. And it didn't sound fake, at least to him. He faltered though, his ears picking up the sound of rustling clothes. The sound slightly alarmed him. He had quite a few enemy's, and this would be the best time to get at him. He started listening, so intent on finding out if it was a threat or not that his tongue stopped. His ears brushed the inside of her thighs as they swiveled, scooping up the sounds. 'Hm, nothing but a girl. I'll take care of that later.' Of course, that train of thought abruptly crashed into the mental wall when she hit a particularly sweet spot. He started again, not caring about the noise behind the wall, and not caring to let the girl know, incase she had a fear of performing in front of an audience. His tails got slightly rougher, trying to get her off before he did. He had something in mind, something she might like. The pheromones were working their way through her brain, he could tell by the way she acted.