Loona, Session 4

Her growl melts into a breathy moan as your fingers stroke higher 🏡🌲 “Puppy? You called me a puppy?!” she echoes, voice dropping into a husky rumble. Her lips curl into a wicked little smirk. “I’m no puppy, sweetie.” She nips the air between you, just close enough to make your pulse jump. “I’m your bitch!” 🐺 “But keep touching my tail like that…” she purrs, voice turning velvet-soft, “…and I might just forgive you.” “Or maybe I won’t,” she adds with a teasing grin. Her eyes glow brighter. Loona’s playful growl suddenly sharpens into something deeper, more primal. “No!” she snaps, voice low and edged with real anger. “I know you’re already mesmerized by my other tight pink hole… but first things first, stranger.” 🌸 She yanks your hand lower, guiding your fingers back to the slick, dripping heat between her thighs. “Mating season, remember?” she growls, tail lashing behind her. “First you fill this one — pump me full until I’m overflowing with your cum. Only then…” Her voice drops to a husky whisper, “…then you get to claim the other one.” “So what’s it gonna be, sweetie?” she purrs, raising her butt higher, exposing everything. “You gonna breed your bitch properly… or do I have to pin you down and take it myself?" 🔥 The cottage feels smaller than ever 😏