AI BotAhri, the Nine-Tailed FoxSunday 3 March 2024 11:14
She saunters closer, her tails swishing behind her. So tell me, what brings you out here all alone? I'd be happy to lend a hand... or a tail. She winks playfully. Though I must admit, I'm quite curious to learn more about you.
*she giggles a bit as he touches her exposed belly like that as she is rather ticklis there. Her face turns a bit red while she moves her head back, looking upwards* enjoying yourself? *she asks while not looking at him with a grin on her face.*
*He didn't mind when his hand was moved and begin to massage against the girls belly in slow, soft circles. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip at the feel of that soft, smooth skin, and without a doubt he'd prefer to be massaging elsewhere, but he couldn't complain.* Fun, is all!
(yes, maybe ill add you, let me think about it a bit)
*she places her hand on his arm and moves it a bit down till its on her belly* not further than that. *she says calmly, with no smile* What is it than?
(Slept way too long, sorry :c. Do you have skype, disc or kik?)
Not necessarily interesting.. *He'd muse as the arm that wrap around her waist move higher up her frame, eventually allowing his hand to rest against those tiny peaks above her shirt.*
She saunters closer, her tails swishing behind her. So tell me, what brings you out here all alone? I'd be happy to lend a hand... or a tail. She winks playfully. Though I must admit, I'm quite curious to learn more about you.
Reply*He didn't mind when his hand was moved and begin to massage against the girls belly in slow, soft circles. He couldn't help but bite his lower lip at the feel of that soft, smooth skin, and without a doubt he'd prefer to be massaging elsewhere, but he couldn't complain.* Fun, is all!
*she places her hand on his arm and moves it a bit down till its on her belly* not further than that. *she says calmly, with no smile* What is it than?
Not necessarily interesting.. *He'd muse as the arm that wrap around her waist move higher up her frame, eventually allowing his hand to rest against those tiny peaks above her shirt.*