The tigress grins and moans, letting out deep mrawl of pleasure as she is taken by her beloved mate. She shudders in pleasure when he fills her up completely, and mewls and pants when Sar rub his maleness around inside her wet pussy. She kisses him back, parting her lips just enough to allow her tongue to slide out and into his maw, mrrring deeply and passionately. Wrapping her legs around him, her hips jerks some, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her tail coils with his loosely, and she emits another loving and lust-filled mrowl.