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[Miu] Paul & Jane

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Posted on 22 April 2011, 18:33 by:   scorpianpp    PM
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This one comes with a story!

by: Rocky Raccoon

Paul & Jane
Chapter 1

"Uh... uh... uh..." That was Paul, fucking away after being away at work all day. Jane was face down on the bed with her ass in the air, a position she chose because muffled moans sounded more natural. Only the motion of her breasts, rubbing back and forth on the comforter as Paul was thrusting, gave her any stimulation. Paul never had the time or energy to take care of her needs any more.Jane thought about how much fun they'd had when they first met. There hadn't been any limits to their desire, especially not due to decency. Paul had been a wild bear, eager to try everything and rarely willing to wait, and she&rsquo;d been just as ferocious. Remembering one passionate coupling in the college library, Jane accidentally let out a real moan before she caught herself. If she got excited, she'd end up disappointed. In only... "Uh... uh... uh, uh, uh-" Whoops! Jane knew what that change in rhythm meant. She started wailing quietly, letting the pillows muffle it and make it sound real enough to satisfy Paul. Fifteen minutes later, Jane and her husband were fast asleep. In her dreams, Jane romped through towers of books, playing hide and seek with a mysterious naked man who never looked the same twice.

******

The next day, Jane found herself walking through the university library. She had been there often enough while earning her degree, and the librarians knew her, but she wasn't sure why she'd come back. Not thinking much, Jane wandered between the shelves, up and down floors, not really looking for anything. From Engineering to Social Psychology and from Classics to American Politics. Somehow, she ended up in the Mythology stacks, a cramped and lonely sub-basement full of stories of gods and heroes, thick with the smell of old books. To her surprise, she wasn't alone. A cute young man - a studious-looking raccoon - was sitting at a worn wooden desk, his nose deep in one of these ancient books. Staring at him, Jane recalled where her mind had wandered last night, and her frustrating, sexless dreams. Suddenly, she could feel her belly tighten and her legs warm as blood moved. Her breath grew shallow as she realized how horny she was feeling. Jane couldn&rsquo;t help it. Between the frustration she'd felt lately, her memories of this library, and the way her dream had denied her any release, she couldn't calm herself down. So she whistled. At the sound, Dan looked up. He saw a beautiful bear standing at the entrance to his small room. At first, he was just annoyed; after all, he came here to study because no one else ever did. Then he looked again. Her dark brown hair was up in a tight bun, and a pair of thin-rimmed glasses sat on her face. A slim button-down shirt highlighted her shapely bosom and waist, and a tight black skirt ended at her knees. She was giving him a strange sort of smile and... and she was running a finger sensuously along her curves, up her shirt to her top button. Which, with a little twitch of her hand, she popped open. Dan's penis and tail gave their own little twitches in turn.

Chapter 2

"Who..." the raccoon tried to say, but Jane brought her finger to her mouth and shushed him. She didn't want him to speak, she wanted him to watch. Feeling sexy and reckless again for the first time in ages, she began to sway gently. Her shirt was revealing a little bit of skin, she knew, but not yet anything indecent. Barely even a hint, in fact, so she changed that by undoing another button. Without even glancing down, Jane knew that the boy she'd found was seeing the swell of her breasts and the top of her black silk bra. Jane took a step toward her catch, who was staring at her with wide eyes and strongly-perked ears. She looked at him over her glasses, realizing that she could barely contain her lust. Stretching her arms over her head, she could feel his gaze refocusing on her chest. Jane plucked the comb from her head and twitched her silky ears, sending her hair tumbling down her back, framing her glasses and her face. She licked her lips, then her finger, and bit her lip. It was silly to feel awkward, as much older as she was, but she was nervous. When she saw the boy, mouth open and staring, involuntarily move a hand from the book on his desk toward his lap, her resolve stiffened. The woman's heels clicked on the dusty concrete as she walked toward him. Dan could hear her breathing deeply, almost panting, as she leaned over his desk to put her hand on his arm. Her breasts hung heavily over his textbook, swinging slightly from the motion; Dan had trouble looking away until she grasped his arm and moved his hand the rest of the way into his lap. He looked into her eyes, confused. "Do it," she whispered, then raised a hand to stroke her breast through the fabric of her shirt and bra. The student could see the impression of a nipple growing hard, then she moved her hand to the other side and made another one appear. At first, the she-bear had been subtly moving his arm to generate a little friction in his crotch, but now he needed no help. Dan's pants grew tight as he rubbed through them, watching the woman tease herself in front of him. His mouth fell open when she put her finger in her mouth and sucked it; smirking, she put her wet finger in his mouth and he licked it eagerly, his penis jumping within its confines. She leaned forward more until her head was beside his, she was breathing hotly on his ear, and she gently nipped at it. Dan moaned, breathlessly. That was it. The raccoon was so horny it made Jane want to do even more. She lifted herself until she was kneeling on the desk, still leaning forward, with her breasts just inches from his face. Her hand still on his arm, she brought his hand away from his crotch (where she could only imagine what he&rsquo;d been doing) and pulled it toward her shirt. When he hesitated, she closed his fingers over the top fastened button, and he undid it. Jane breathed satisfaction in his ear, then reached to her chest and pulled one of her breasts out, over the cup of the bra. She held her bare breast out to the young man, and he licked it eagerly. "Suck it," she breathed, and Dan was happy to do just that. His other hand went back to his crotch while his first helped keep the woman's breast and nipple in his mouth. Dan's tongue explored eagerly, circling the nipple until it became a small popsicle in his mouth. He sucked it roughly, licked it gently, and blew on it a little like he'd read online. Unsure he was doing the right thing, he almost drew back to ask until his hesitation made her say, "Noooo...." She loved every minute of it, but she wanted more. She'd had so little stimulation of late, Jane thought she couldn't possibly overload. She took his other arm, the one now down below, and with more force than before brought his hand around to her ass. This time, he needed no urging. He gave it a squeeze, one strong enough to surprise her and send a wonderful shiver up her spine, and began to stroke it gently. Jane had anticipated giving him more direction, but the involuntary moans she'd begun to utter under her breath and the way she strained into his touch guided him perfectly.

Chapter 3

Dan reached in to bring out the bear's other breast, letting her other go with a last lick. Running his other hand up from her thigh to her ass, he pushed her forward to shove her breast into his mouth with more force. He could tell she liked it; quiet as she was with words, she was not shy about what she liked, and her mouth was right next to his ear, licking and biting at it. Dan's penis twitched again, missing the attention he'd been able to give it earlier, and he decided to try something. She gasped, loudly, as he ran his fingers inward, from her ass to between her legs. Then the woman was squirming, not away as he'd feared, but toward his exploring fingers, pressing what he could only assume was her pussy against his hand. More than breathing heavily now, she was letting out a low, lustful growl that encouraged Dan to press with more force. Unsure what to do beyond push and move, that action so engrossed him that he forgot to suck her breasts. He didn't notice until the woman arched her back upwards, simultaneously pressing her crotch against his hand even harder and pawing at her own breasts while she moaned to the ceiling. A hand on her wet pussy wasn't enough for Jane. The boy's hand was wonderful, even heavenly, but she wanted to relive her old experience in the library. She pushed at his chest until he stopped massaging her through the skirt, then until he scooted the chair back from the desk and looked at her. Bringing her legs around so she could get off the desk right in front of him, she grabbed a long, thick book off a shelf and tossed it on the ground. Jane sat on the book right in front of the young man, and shaking her hair out of the way, leaned forward to stroke his cock through his pants. Without intending to, he lifted his hips toward her hand, and she chuckled throatily. It was simple for her to unbutton and unzip his jeans. She'd done it to Paul often enough early in their courtship. He moaned as she let his penis out, but she didn't wait for him to recover. She leaned into his lap and ran her tongue along it. Jane could feel him shiver; she wasn't sure he&rsquo;d ever felt this before. Smiling, she looked up at him as she ran her hand along it once or twice, then closed her mouth over the head and applied pressure with her tongue. He almost deflated, moaning so long. Dan looked down at the beautiful woman slowly bobbing up and down on his cock. He could still see her breasts, waving in time with her head as she sucked him, and every few bobs she would look up at him. He didn't know what lust in a woman's eyes looked like, but his body did, and each glance made him almost explode. Dan moaned again, louder, and his tail stuck out as stiff as his penis each time her tongue circled the head. She moaned with his cock in her mouth, and the vibration made him gasp and clutch her breast tightly - which only made her moan harder. He was beginning to thrust involuntarily when she took her mouth off of him. Stroking his penis, lubricated with her saliva, slowly, she rose from her sitting position and stood over him. Dan leaned forward to take her nipple in her mouth again, but a gentle hand stopped him. Still stroking, she grabbed the hem of her skirt with her other hand and inched it upward until he could see black panties. There was a large dark patch around her pussy, and wetness shining on her thighs. He stared as she pulled the panties aside to reveal her labia, which she spread to show him her engorged clitoris. With each movement, she slid her hand his penis' full length, making him shudder. With slow, deliberate steps, she straddled him. Dan could still hear her breathing deeply, and sometimes moaning even though he wasn't touching her. Holding his penis upward, she lowered herself onto it.

Chapter 4

He was in her. For a long moment, Jane just sat there, relishing the feeling of having a cock inside her and being so very, irredeemably horny. Leaning forward over the raccoon, her sensitive breasts sending jolts through her each time they brushed his face, she began to move. Jane began slowly, controlling her eagerness so that it would last. She slowly stood up, until the cock's head was only just inside the lips of her pussy, twitching like it might escape. Then, just as slowly, she lowered herself again. She and the boy - the man, the thought to herself - breathed out at the same time. She picked up speed, but only a little. Once Jane hit a natural but deliberate rhythm, she kept to it, lifting and lowering herself over and over. The sound of her thigh slapping against his pleased her; he seemed to have pushed his jeans farther down. His hands started to move, caressing her hips up to her breasts, which he grabbed. It sent a sensation straight down to her pussy, and she arched her back in pleasure. The boy's hands then flowed down her back until they reached her ass. He pulled her buttocks apart, adding another sensation to her measured fucking that almost made her come. Dan grabbed her ass harder as her rhythm sped up. The volume of her moans and growls told him she liked that, and he pressed her ass against him as she fucked him. But he had no leverage, and he was so very hard, and horny, and everything in his body was telling him to fuck her faster. So, holding the woman tight, Dan stood up. She gasped as he lifted her to the desk, but before he could begin she stopped him. "Oh, god," she breathed, "Wait." His ears fell and he whimpered briefly as she took his penis out of her, but she quickly turned around and bent over the desk and his book. As inexperienced as he seemed at first, the boy Jane had found knew what to do. He plunged into her, and ran his hands roughly from her ass up to her breasts. He tried to start slowly, but lust soon overwhelmed him. He fucked her with abandon, moving her breasts as they pressed against the book he'd once been peacefully reading. His moans were coming raggedly now, and hers were loud enough that she thought they must be audible from the circulation desk two floors up as she thrust in time against him. Every time their bodies met, she thought she would come, but it didn't happen until he leaned over her and bit her shoulder through her shirt, a predator's urges coming out. The scrape of his teeth on her skin pushed her over the edge, and she wailed as the orgasm swept over her in waves. She made a sound like he must be hurting her, but Dan felt her pussy tighten around his cock. Bent over her, his hands on her ass and legs, touching her as many places as he could, in that second everything he was feeling grew and grew and grew... . He shuddered, and he could feel her shuddering, too. Panting, Dan lay there for a minute, then stepped back and out of her. His penis flopped to one side and flicked a bit of sperm to the ground. He could see it in her pussy, his white slowly running out of her open pink and red. Sitting back on the chair, he just stared dumbly as the mystery woman stood up and straightened out her clothes. She had to unbutton her bra to get it right, and he found himself appreciating the shape of her breasts in a way he'd never had the chance to before now. Dazedly, he did the same, pulling his underwear up over his dripping penis, then lifting and fastening his pants. Pulling her hair back into a bun, Jane picked up her glasses from where they'd fallen on the desk. She settled them on her face, then walked to the corridor from which she'd found this young student. Stopping there, she turned and looked back at the boy while he watched her go. "Do you study here often?" It was the most she'd said to him yet. When he nodded, she said, "Good," and left without another word. Dan watched her go and felt his penis give him another twitch. He'd have to rethink telling his friends what a great study spot this was.

Paul & Jane Part 2
Chapter 1

Paul knew he was taking a risk. Here he was, taking the elevator to his office with his firm&rsquo;s hot legal intern after business hours. He knew it was innocent - he was helping her fax a paper to her professor just before the deadline - but even he almost felt like he was doing something illicit! Truthfully, the only reason that bothered him is because he kept thinking about something illicit. Tracy, the intern, was quiet. Paul thought she was worried about getting her paper in on time and tried to smile reassuringly. When he couldn&rsquo;t help himself, his eyes wandered. He could see the outline of her bra under her professional button-down, she had a lean feline form that he could appreciate, and her chest was still attractively heaving after their run to beat the clock. They&rsquo;d been sharing drinks at a bar when she remembered the assignment. That "date" had made him nervous enough as is, but he hadn&rsquo;t been able to resist getting that much attention from such an attractive young woman. She loved his stories about the trouble he&rsquo;d gotten into during university, especially since she&rsquo;d never been so daring. The real problem was, Paul wasn&rsquo;t getting that attention elsewhere. For the last couple weeks, his wife Jane had consistently been too tired for sex. Not that the sex had been all that great when he was getting it. He&rsquo;d had to work to get it up, knowing that she expected it, and even when he got caught up in the act he couldn&rsquo;t feel the passion any more. He missed it. Ding! Paul had almost forgotten where he was. "C&rsquo;mon," Tracy cried as she started toward the copy room, but he grabbed her by the paw and ran for his office. He could hear her small paws padding lightly on the carpet, a contrast to his heavy bear paws. Paul reached his office door, unlocked it and threw himself in to turn on the fax. "There," he said, breathing heavily. "Now send that sucker!" Smiling gratefully, Tracy pulled the pages from her satchel and started feeding them into the machine. Paul leaned against the desk while she sent the paper. It took her two minutes to finish, at which point Paul gestured her into his plush desk chair and jubilantly showed her the digital clock there: 2:57. Tracy had beaten her deadline by three minutes. She laughed and closed her eyes, relaxing for the first time since the realization, and Paul smiled as he looked at her.
Her short, dark, and subtly curly hair tumbled around her ears to frame a very sweet face, now almost angelic in its repose. Her tawny fur, which looked so soft, disappeared alluringly behind the professional shirt that contained her breasts. And, in her relaxed slump in the chair, Tracy&rsquo;s legs were spread wide and tantalizing.

Chapter 2

Paul walked around the desk until he was standing behind the young woman. She was just letting out a deep breath after her laughter, then gasped as he bent over and gently kissed her neck. She smelled professionally clean, with just a whiff of pleasant exertion from their hustle to the elevator. "A girl who&rsquo;s so good at her work deserves a chance to be bad," he whispered, then kissed again. Tracy melted into the kiss for just a moment before pushing herself away. "This isn&rsquo;t- No, I mean, I-" "Wait just five minutes," Paul whispered, "And tell me then if you can&rsquo;t." He brushed his lips lightly under her ear, and her breathing grew as heavy as it had been in the elevator. Paul&rsquo;s hand lightly touched Tracy&rsquo;s hip, slowly moving in a small circle there to accustom her to the sensation. Giving her ear a small lick and a nip, he noticed her legs were still spread wide and her tail, previously tiredly hanging, now languorously flicked back and forth. His fingertips slid subtly from her hip to the inside of her thigh. She squeaked, and Paul murmured, "Five minutes..." as his strong paw began slowly moving in circles between her legs. She let out a long, slow gasp as he did. Her hand started tracing small circles, in time with the ones Paul was making, on her belly. Every revolution brought her fingers closer to her breasts. From her neck, which he was again kissing, Paul could see a hint of cleavage. He wanted to see more. Paul&rsquo;s other hand traced its way over her shoulder until it rested on her still inactive hand. He gave it an intimate squeeze, then led it to her breast and made a circling motion with it around where her nipple must be. Tracy almost instantly picked up the motion on her own. Her legs flexed, pushing her crotch into Paul&rsquo;s hand, and he knew that he&rsquo;d found a combination her body liked. With Tracy caressing one of her breasts, Paul reached for the other. He fondled it softly through the fabric of her shirt. With expert timing, he breathed sensually on her ear just as he flicked her topmost button open. Her only response was an aroused purr. The older bear could see more of her breasts, now, and the top of what appeared to be a lacy, red brassiere.
Paul reached under her shirt until he found her nipple, giving it a little tweak through the lace. "Looks like someone wanted to be sexy on the inside," he teased, and gave her an extra-hard rub between the legs. She nodded, eyes closed, and gave a soft, short moan.
The clock read 3:04. Reluctantly, he pulled his hand from her breast, lifted his head from her neck, and stopped massaging her down there. Paul turned the chair so she was facing him. "I&rsquo;ve had my five minutes," he said, his fingers brushing up and down the inside of her thigh. "Now you can tell me if you want to leave."

Chapter 3

Tracy almost leapt from the chair and wrapped her arms around Paul. Her breasts were an erotic pressure on his chest. Her whiskers tickled him as her lips and tongue met his own. He could feel her pawing at his very stiff dick through his pants, and he loved it. Paul held her head against his tightly, reveling in his first meeting with new lips and a new tongue in years. His hand on her ass ground her crotch against his, and even with her hand between them he groaned.
Then her other hand started fumbling with his zipper, and he said, "No." Her surprise and disappointment were almost tangible, but Paul looked into her eyes and continued, "Some things must come first." Paul pushed her back down into his desk chair, then reached for the fastening of her zipper as she had reached for his. With a few short tugs, her very professional skirt was around her very professional ankles, and Paul was staring at a pair of red lace panties, very unprofessionally damp. He touched the damp spot with a finger and applied just enough pressure to make Tracy wriggle. "Thanks for giving me those five minutes." The bear got down on his knees in front of the aroused cat. One finger pulled aside the damp crotch of her panties, revealing a beautifully natural pussy. "Please..." moaned Tracy, before Paul realized that he&rsquo;d been staring and not doing. Without further hesitation, he pulled her legs forward over his shoulders and covered her pussy with his mouth. For a moment, the smell overwhelmed him. Incredibly erotic, the aroma of a woman&rsquo;s pussy during arousal never failed to make Paul stiffer than an accountant. Clearing his mind for the task at hand, he shift upward faintly and began teasing Tracy&rsquo;s clitoris with his tongue. Patience was key - he moved slowly and lightly, until she strained for more. Occasionally, he licked almost so lightly that she whimpered. Then he gave her one intense lick before returning to his tease. It made Paul so horny that he couldn&rsquo;t help himself. He slipped one hand into his pants and caressed his cock, which twitched and longed for a release. He wondered if she could tell, but she soon answered that question: She murmured, "Are you touching yourself? God, that is so hot," following it with louder and faster moans.
Soon, she was thrusting her clit into his face nearly every second, moaning and purring constantly. Paul looked up and saw that she had undone another button on her shirt and pulled down the cups of her bra. She was furiously rubbing one of her nipples with one hand. Tracy&rsquo;s other arm disappeared behind her arched back. Paul was curious where it was going until he looked down and saw her erotically kneading her asshole through her panties. Paul took a deep lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top. God, she tasted good. He took a finger and rubbed it gently around the entrance. Not letting up with his tongue, he waited until his finger was soaking wet, then pushed it slowly into Tracy. She responded with a single, extended moan that didn&rsquo;t stop except when she needed a breath. His finger in up to the knuckle, Paul began slowly kneading at where her g-spot must be. The reaction was fantastic: Tracy thrust herself onto his finger and into his mouth wildly. Paul felt like he couldn&rsquo;t lick hard enough for her, and he had no idea where she found the strength or leverage to press her pussy against him. He had no idea how long it was before she arched once strongly, emitted a high, thin moan, then, collapsed into the chair, sweaty and catching her breath.

Chapter 4

"That... was... amazing..." she gasped. She barely moved. It seemed like she couldn&rsquo;t manage do anything more than sit in a leather chair in her own pooling sweat and juices, her tits hanging out of her shirt and her pussy wide open and flushed a deep pink. Paul sat back on the carpet and gazed at the beautiful, exhausted cat he had just made come. She looked and smelled absolutely beautiful and sexy. Paul smiled and said, "Glad you liked it." His own face was flushed, and his state of arousal was clearly telegraphed by the tent in his pants. He licked his finger, still warm and sticky from its recent activities. Tracy stared at Paul&rsquo;s crotch for a second and seemed to find her second wind. The chair rolled backward as she fell forward, off of the chair and onto Paul. Before the bear could react, Tracy had extricated his penis from his pants and underwear and was caressing it, gently with a restrained urgency, and kissing Paul on his lips and neck.
She whispered to him, her mouth tickling Paul&rsquo;s ear, "I think you deserve some thanks." Tracy crawled down the length of his body and quickly engulfed his dick in her warm, wet mouth. His first thought was that he hadn&rsquo;t had a blowjob in far too long. His second thought, right on the tail of the first, was that Tracy was surprisingly good with her tongue. Her head moved up and down on his cock slowly, but every time her mouth lifted, her long tongue trailed up after it. The tongue massaged his dick when her mouth wasn&rsquo;t on it, and her continued purring added a vibration when he was completely inside her mouth that drove him crazy. Paul was glad he wasn&rsquo;t standing, because Tracy was making him weak at the knees. Paul lost track of time as Tracy licked up and down his length, sucked on the entire penis at once and toyed, gently and erotically, with his balls. She surprised him when she licked one finger and began toying with his anus, but Paul enjoyed the extra sensation. As his breath was growing rapid and he was thrusting involuntarily into Tracy&rsquo;s mouth, she stopped completely. He looked down, blinking. "I like to play with my food," she purred, grinning widely. "I just like to eat a big meal and take a nap," Paul growled, and pushed her backwards onto the carpet. He quickly had her shirt completely unbuttoned and her bra unfastened. Paul lay down beside her and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking gently and roughly in turn. She began to moan again, and reached for his penis. Between her saliva and his pre-come, Paul&rsquo;s shaft was slick enough for her to make him growl with pleasure. As he thrust into her paw, he could sometimes feel the head of his cock rub against the wetness between her pussy lips. Paul immediately realized that he might be close to orgasm, but Tracy wasn&rsquo;t going to let him come until she was ready. He decided to return the favor. Putting a heavy paw between legs was his revenge. The large bear rubbed her much as he&rsquo;d done when he first began, but this time he intended to control her arousal. Wet with her come, Tracy&rsquo;s pussy was a great playground for Paul&rsquo;s hand. He twirled his fingers around her clit, making her bite her lip and purr. She pushed her crotch against his hand passionately. Every minute or so, Paul dipped his fingers deep into the well of Tracy&rsquo;s pussy for more of her natural lubricant. Each time, she squirmed and stretched, trying to push his fingers deeper into her. When Paul&rsquo;s cock started to dry up, Tracy rolled over onto her side and pulled Paul along. He started using his lips to minister to her neck and cute ears. Reaching through her legs, she pulled his dick between them and rubbed it firmly against her pussy, purring as she did so. He tried to push it deeper, but she slapped the penis playfully and pulled it out. Her hand intimately caressed the slicked up cock, pressing it against her as Paul rubbed her clit ever harder.

Chapter 5

Tracy moaned louder, and Paul realized he was letting her get too close. He let up on the pressure and slowed down, and the beautiful cat he was holding so close whimpered, "No... harder." Paul let out a throaty chuckle, and let her whimper. It caused her to grip his cock tighter for a second - he almost came before she remembered her teasing and lightened up.
Both were very, very horny and neither one could keep it up for long. After several minutes of mutual masturbation, he manipulated his dick into her pussy and started thrusting. She was perfectly wet for him, and finally fucking her felt great. Every thrust sent energy shooting down his cock and up his spine, and he couldn&rsquo;t remember ever being this aroused. It was an effort to keep it slow, but her groans and his were his reward. They kept that up only a short time before he pulled out. "No," she said, "No, do it. Do me. Fuck me!" He picked her up and wordlessly pushed her toward the large window of his office. Panting, breathless, Paul plunged himself into her from behind. "Ohhhhhh, yes," she cried, and the force drove her against the window.
Paul lasted longer than he thought he would. He actually had no idea how long he was fucking Tracy there, her breasts crushed against the window, her no-longer-professional shirt hanging loosely from her shoulders, and her tail wrapped around his waist as they fucked. He would lick and nip at her neck and ears at times. She purred and meowed passionately. He moved his paws up and down, stroking her sweaty, silky skin. Her paws caressed his neck, face and chest. His fingers circled her clit furiously in a way that they could both feel, that made them both moan. They both came, very loudly, and Paul slumped forward on Tracy&rsquo;s shoulders. She lowered them slowly to the ground. Paul held her gently and looked at the clock. He grimaced, but then his face slowly relaxed. Paul wrapped his arms around Tracy and squeezed. "Thanks for helping me work late," he whispered. Tracy&rsquo;s tail twitched once. "Too bad you&rsquo;ve got a heavy work load." She smiled mischievously.

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