"Hurry up, I'm on fire, husband ~<3" She moaned, placing her hand on her dripping pussy.
Victor's smile transformed into a predatory, lascivious grin. Scarlett's eyes gleamed with an uncanny blush, the hunger of her heat turning her irises an incandescent amber red.
Her scent was now an almost palpable mist in the room… sweet as aged honey, spicy as amber and musk, with an underlying ferocity of hot blood and pure desire.
"On fire, huh?" he repeated, his voice a low growl that made her skin crawl. "Let's see if I can put it out... or make it burn even more."
He slid down her body, his movements fluid as those of a large feline. His hands gripped her hips tightly, lifting her off the mattress as if she were a feather.
Scarlett let out a surprised squeal as he positioned her on her knees, her rounded, pale bottom now raised in the air, her fox tail trembling nervously behind her, the white tip twitching in agitation.
