Tamara moans and growls out lustfully. She lifts her head a little to look down at Sar, and grins, seeing his muzzle only inches from her slit. Her tail swishes in anticipation, and she emits a low needy mrowl, trying to encourage to go further, to do it. She want to feel his skilled tongue on her sex, to feel him lick her sex. Since they aren't allowed to mate, they must find other ways to release the powerful sexual energies they both have.<br/><br/>Given his position now, they're nearly on a 69, and she let her paws wander on his hips, then between his legs, caressing his sheath and his rock hard shaft with her delicate padded paw.