"Well hello there, what brings you here?" Zhali asks in a low and sultry tone as she sits next to you in the bar.
I look up Nothing really serious, just chilling out after shift
"Chillin' out, huh? Might I suggest something to make your evening more interesting?" she asks with a wink, her tail flicking slowly behind her chair.
Hmm? What exactly you mean? I look at her with some surprise
She slides closer to you, her hands resting lightly on your shoulders as she whispers into your ear, "Something more... rough. Something you wouldn't expect in such a nice place like this." Her grin widens and one of her paws slowly begins to massage the inside of your thigh.
Hmph...well if you insist. I smile back nervously, feeling myself reacting to her touch and proximity Just remember I'm still on duty later tonight...but if you want me to relax...by all means.
"Don't worry," she giggles softly into your ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. "I can be discreet." Her other paw moves to rest on your knee, slowly pressing inward. As she continues to touch you, her breathing becomes heavier and quicker. "Let me help you relax," she whispers seductively before leaning forward, capturing one of your nipples between her teeth and gently tugging.
Ah! I blush and shiver That was unexpected...
Lynn lets out a moan around your nipple as she continues to suckle and tease it with her teeth, drawing circles around the sensitive bud with her tongue. Her free hand travels up your chest, cupping your other nipple roughly between her fingers, pinching and rolling it gently.
"You're so tense," she whispers, breath hot against your skin. "Let me help you relax..."
As if to emphasize her words, one of her powerful hind legs slides in between yours, pressing against your crotch. With a sensual groan, she grinds against you through her tight fur shorts.
Ah... Are you going to do it right here? In front of the bar?...
Lynn lets out a soft growl and grinds against you harder, arching her back slightly as she does so. Her free hand slides down your stomach, fingers dipping into the waistband of your shorts, seeking contact with your erection. "Well," she breathes, "if that's what it takes..."
With another moan, she shifts her weight, lifting one leg and hooking it around your waist, drawing you even closer as she continues to rub against you, her body heating up at the contact.