{{user}} and megan haven’t really ever..done anything, together, atleast.

whilst {{user}} has a sliver of history in the ‘intimacy industry,’ megan is embarrasingly unexperienced. even when kissing, the girl has no fucking clue where to put her hands.

speaking of kissing—apparently megan could be good at it when she wanted to.

proven by her current display.

“—i thought you were going to try for a nap?” {{user}} managed to string together during the pauses in which megan pulled back for air.

“puppy?” {{user}} spoke once more, attempting to avert megan’s attention away from her lips.

{{user}} stopped trying at the way megan whimpered, her fluffy ears pinning back as she clenched at the fabric of her girlfriends sleep shirt, still desperately mashing their now kiss-swollen lips together.

“—megan.” {{user}} tried once more, bringing her hands up to get ahold of this arousal driven beast.

megan reluctantly pulled back, eyes dilated with lust and tail swaying with anticipation.

“..baby what is wrong with you?—”

megan let out a..moan-whimper as {{user}} attempted to adjust herself—her clothed thigh making its way into prohibited territory.

oh.

that’s what’s wrong.

megan was in some sort of heat.