“SJ, that was … I really don’t … oh!” she gasped, “is that your tail?”

I laughed against her heat, spreading her arse cheeks, lapping as a fresh wave of arousal hit my tongue. My tail tickled at her rear entrance, teasing her there, and she shuddered, her little fingers gripping my horns so tight I was ready to blow again immediately.

“I … I dreamed about you using your tail on me … just like this!” she mewled, arching her back to give me better access to that tight little hole. I used the flat tip of my tail to gather wetness from her soaked pussy, spreading it around her rear entrance. I stroked her there, circling the entrance while I licked hungrily at her still-fluttering pussy. And with a press of the very tip just inside that tightness, she was panting and begging and crying out as she came on my face a second time. I gazed up as I swallowed her orgasm, marvelling at the perfection of her.

With a groan, I slid my fingers between her legs, slipping one into her pussy from behind. She was soaked, but even with all that arousal, her pussy was so tight. I added a second finger, filling her, parting them to stretch her. She leaned back, her hands finding my drenched abs.

“Please, SJ, I want you inside … oh … did you …” She swivelled, her fingers swiping through the cooling seed on my stomach.

I lifted her off my face just enough to speak. “I did, Mouse. Your pussy dripping all over my face, and your soft little hands fondling my horns … there was no way I could stop myself.”

“But you’re still hard …”

I leered up at her, knowing my lips and chin would be sheened with her orgasm. “And you said I didn’t have any dick tricks.” As if on cue, my cock jerked. “But I’m still hungry for this delectable pussy. Play with your tits for me, Mouse.” I thrust my fingers deeper inside her, curling them.

“Oh … ooooh,” she gasped, rolling her hips to get my fingers deeper still. I flicked at her clit with the very tip of my tongue, light, fluttering movements until she was making tiny panting sounds, and her knees spread even wider, cupping her tits, flicking her thumbs over those pebbled nipples. “I don’t believe it … but I’m … I’m close again, SJ.”

I could believe it. Because she deserved to be worshipped, to be pleasured properly. And badness knew I was desperate to give her every ounce of pleasure I could. If this was the only night I would get to have her, then I was going to make enough memories of her coming undone for me to last me the rest of my lifetime.