The vibrations are indeed a very pleasant feeling, and she purrs, relaxing against his way bigger form. The kneading of her pudgy belly has the same effect, bringing a smile to her lips, her tail flicking about. She continues her massage of his own big and bloated gut, her paws kinda combing through the lush fur, moving along the outlines of his strong muscles and bones, and alos of the dead female deer. However, one thing makes this not as good and nice than it could be.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- Bitsa, please...</span>she says softly.<br/><br/>Of course, she refers to the firm nestling of her rump and legs against his underbelly and hindlegs. For the tigress, it's not really different than when he straddled her, and it makes her feel as uncomfortable. She thought he did understood this, but, apparently, it seems that she was mistaken.