"Well... it was nicer before I clawed up the sheets," he observes, one hand reaching to look at the shredded linen, hoisting it up by one of his talons.
"I think you're right about the big tip."
The other hand has slid to the base of her tail, stroking idly against that fuzzy flesh of her backside.
"So... tell me. Have you been secretly wanting into my tights this whole time, or am I just a whim?"
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Date: 2007-06-18 05:51 pm (UTC)"I think you're right about the big tip."
The other hand has slid to the base of her tail, stroking idly against that fuzzy flesh of her backside.
"So... tell me. Have you been secretly wanting into my tights this whole time, or am I just a whim?"