((You too! *Hugs*))<br/><br/>Tamara murrs and nods. "We are meant to be together love," she echoes with a deep purring and loving voice.<br/><br/>She mewls when Sar takes over her grooming, and her first reaction is to want to gently push him away, but she can't do it, and ends up caressing his head and ears instead of pushing him away. Soon, she finds herself laying on her back on their lair, purring her lungs out as Sar grooms and licks at her belly, then down between her legs.<br/><br/>She moans softly and murrs, her limbs and tail twitching a little as his tongue licks over sensitive spots and hits nerves, her slit soon becoming damp, showing slightly through her soft fur. Her tail flicks and rubs over his belly too, teasing his sheath and his hard-on, before she slowly wraps her legs around him, lifting them some to place them on his shoulders, her sex mere inches from his muzzle, damp and open for him.