While the two men spoke, Andy stayed pressed close to me. Her hand never left my arm. In fact, she continued slowly stroking the ultra-soft fur, almost absentmindedly petting it — and me — as if she couldn't stop herself. Every stroke of her fingers sent a fresh wave of tension through my body.
Her heavy, milk-laden tits kept rubbing against me with every small movement. I could clearly see that her thick nipples were painfully hard now, poking obscenely through the thin animal skin. The scent of her pussy had grown even stronger.
I glanced down and saw a fresh trail of her slick arousal slowly running down the inside of her smooth thigh.
She was soaked.
Even though she was talking to Rikaru, Andy's eyes kept flicking back to me — and lower. Her gaze dropped repeatedly to the massive, throbbing bulge in my cloak. Each time she looked, her thighs pressed together, and she shifted her weight, as if trying to relieve the aching need between her legs.
