Better Company 

Come on, come on!" Belle hissed under her breath, frustrated and soaking wet and worst of all, unsatisfied. She rolled over onto her front from where she lay and grasped at a warm, slimy tentacle that had until just a minute before been such a lively, attentive lover. 
"Dammit... Zara's gonna kill me if I've broken you..." She sighed, loosely raising the limp, translucent-purple appendage from the floor. It flopped around her grip, the weight of gravity apparently too much for the exhausted creature whose myriad monstrous limbs were now spread across much of the metallic testing room, barely mustering a slither each. 
Belle sighed, letting the tentacle fall back down while she weakly and reluctantly began rising to her feet from the puddle of mixed and sticky juices beneath her. Here she'd gotten all excited about the prospect of another all out rutting by a creature wild and weird enough to fuck and explore her in every way she wanted all at once, only to have the creature give out on her just half an hour in! And she'd only come twice! 
"Poop." She aptly summarised, with a pout on her purple cum-stained face. Now what was she to do? Knowing both her dear hubby and good friend as well as she did, there was no way they'd both be done in the bedroom by now. The thought of what naughty mischief the pair were surely getting into at that very moment coaxed an aroused giggle and sincere smile from Belle, the bovine taking no small amount of pride from how smoothly her plan had come together. However, as happy as she was that Caine was getting to see for himself what a feisty, energetic partner Zara was, it just reminded her how devoid of a capable partner she was, herself! They just don't make tentacle monsters like they used to, she rhetorically supposed. 
Such a shame, too. When Belle licked her cheeks clean of monster seed with a long slow circular motion of her tongue, she remembered just how surprisingly palatable and arousing the taste and texture was. Thick in volume, still plenty warm and filled with that deep masculine taste that spread wide across her tastebuds and made her mind tingle. She was hungry for more, even if the poor creature was clearly at it's limit. 
"Mmmff..." She whimpered, hefting up her own heavy breasts and grinding her thighs together to give meagre satisfaction to her burning libido. 
Belle weighed up her options while reluctantly walking over to the corner of the room where she'd placed her clothes. Or indeed, haphazardly thrown them in a pile in her hurry to get her rocks off. She could probably join in with Caine and Zara, she thought while retrieving her bra from the wrinkled pile. Only, she didn't want to throw them off of the rhythm of the sweet music they'd surely been making all this time. And besides, although she knew Caine would understandably jump at the chance to have a tight kitten and bountiful bovine all to himself, she'd concocted this surprise sexy visit just for his sake, and part of her reasoning was a desire to let Zara and Caine genuinely bond. 

No, she wasn't about to intrude on their good time. But another, much more viable idea came to her in the next moment, one which gave her pause in putting her clothes back on. 
She WAS in a shop stocking all manner of adventurous sex toys and erotic aids... What was more, it was still closed to the public. In other words, there would've surely been no harm in sneaking out into the store to snag something big, bumpy and preferably vibrating, and taking it for a ride until she got an orgasm she could settle for. Plus, Belle thought with a bite to her lip and an increase in heart rate, it was a sexy idea to go streaking through the store. 
After promptly discarding what little clothing she'd begun adorning before the idea took root in her head, Belle made for the door to the testing room, still sticky and naked and aching to seek out the means towards the satisfaction she so craved...

"Zara? That you in there sweetpea? Did yer friends already leave or somethin'?" 

Until it became clear that perhaps an even better idea had come straight to -her-. 

For a moment, she just stood in silence, putting on the brakes as suddenly as she could so as not to barrel into the door, beyond which evidently lay Zara's... Boyfriend?
Yes, boyfriend, she reminded herself. He'd been mentioned before amongst their time together, enough for her to know that he too was privy to their little 'arrangement' that day, and gave his total consent to it. No wonder, too, Belle thought with a sly raised eyebrow and a hand absently and silently combing through her long sapphire-tinted hair. Any man with a voice like that couldn't have been some clueless cuckold. No, that was the bold, deep baritone of a man who loved, trusted and fucked his girl hard enough that he was happy to 'loan her out' on occasion. 
She hadn't so much as seen the guy, (Tony... Tom... T something or other...) but the premise of a man good enough to keep a free spirit like Zara around had convinced Belle to change her plans. 
Perhaps Belle was getting the wrong idea about this guy, from what little she knew about him. She was letting her libido drive her into yet another impulsive encounter, regardless of all of the unknown variables at hand. She had no idea what kind of man was about to see her completely naked and slathered in inhuman seed. 
But in her as of yet unsatisfied state, that very thought was way too hot for her to care about the risks. Besides, Caine was probably knot deep in this guy's girlfriend right at that moment; turnabout was fair play, right?
Belle knelt down slowly and laid on her side on the messy, warm floor, as silently as she could so as not to spoil  her mystery visitor's surprise. The seedy blue lighting above lit up her bare, bountiful body, the colour glistening off of the mess still moist against her thin coat of fur and complimenting the blue of her eyes and hair highlights. With one hand comfortably smoothing over her raised hip and a sultry look in her eyes that she'd never failed to entice her husband with, Belle waited for Zara's lucky beau to sneak in to the testing room and find out that he was far from alone. 
The door creaked open a little, and even Belle surprised herself with how excited she was to finally see Zara's boyfriend in person. As it swung open further, slowly, time seemed to drag out. Even if he didn't turn out to be the best looking guy, she would still have been plenty turned on by just how arousing such an impulsive act of exposure was. 

That said, it sure helped a lot when Belle saw a broad bodied and blue eyed hunk of a lion standing in the doorway.

He didn't so much as take a step back at the sight greeting him. But his bright eyes did glisten widely as he stared down at Belle, a silent 'Woah' mouthed by his lips.
Belle would have giggled and grinned at his modest yet obviously approving reaction, were she not biting her lip and shivering a little at the sight of him, too. 
The tall feline predator loomed over her, his shoulders broad but his arms nicely toned, far from the build of a mindless meathead. As was proven further by his bare chest of warm amber and yellow. He must have been quite sure that only Zara was in (granted the front door WAS locked...), for all he wore was a pair of baggy, faded denim jeans, and even then with the top button unfastened. No wonder he has loosened it up, given the prominent bulge between his legs that Belle could've sworn she saw give a subtle throb even through the fabric while he shut the door quietly behind him. It certainly would've been a fitting lewd compliment to what was already a lewd situation she'd introduced herself with. 
And speaking of introductions,

"Howdy."

If any doubts remained in Belle's mind, both as to whether or not this was a good idea and whether this guy was one and the same with the person she'd heard a minute before, that word washed them away with a smooth southern breeze. 
"Hey." She cooed back, smiling and stroking a hand up her side. 
"You the 'friend' I've heard so much about?" The lion purred, already hooking his thumbs under his straining jeans. 
"Mmmm." Belle both confirmed and moaned at once, staring unashamedly south. "Belle. Nice to meet you..." 

"Taylor." He promptly finished. "And I'd say the same, but frankly 'nice' would be an understatement." 
Belle surprised herself by chuckling before she could rein her reaction in. 
"Well, I sure am glad for the company." She admitted. "By the way, don't worry about Zara. My hubby's returning her hospitality as we speak." 
"Really?" Taylor rhetorically replied, stepping forwards, making a playfully elongated show of peeling his clothes down last his hips with a quiet hiss behind his words. "Well, it'd be rude not to be a good host m'self." 
What a cruel tease he was, Belle thought while rolling over onto her front and slowly crawling closer, exaggerating her own nakedness by letting her plump rear sway with each motion. Part of her wished he'd just whip his pants down and have at her already... But then, there was an undeniable pleasure to be had in the anticipation of it all. She stared merely inches from Taylor's tall body, kneeling and breathing steamy and slow. His tufty fur was being bared right before her eyes, and soon the first glimpses of midnight black flesh further south were clear. 
Belle craned her head up at him, those baby blues cutting through the harsh light above. The hunger she embodied in her face was reflected right back at her through his bright grinning pearly whites and the wafts of masculine musk finally invading her senses from his groin.
"Go for it." He growled. 
No wonder Zara fell for this guy, Belle thought while clutching his jeans and yanking them down. 
He knew how to call the shots. 

The next thing she knew, Belle's view was filled with Taylor's manhood. It flicked upwards once she yanked his pants down his legs just past the knees. Thick, twitching, drooling and deep black. 
She had planned on acting coyly once he too had been rendered nude, building up her own tantalising sex appeal in her newfound friend's eyes. But such alluring mind games would have to wait. She was far too HUNGRY. 
"Holy shit!" She couldn't help but exclaim. 
"Thanks." Taylor chuckled. "Always entertaining seeing a new reaction." 
"How do you not, um..." Belle struggled for the words, while already wrapping her fingers around his girth as widely as they could manage. Wasn't that far.
"...rip out of your pants?!" She mostly joked, though given the stiff, aggressive twitching of his member and the burning heat spreading into her palm as she stroked, she had to wonder how true it could be. 
Taylor shrugged, nonchalant even as he shuffled his jeans the rest of the way down his legs. 
"Try not t'get horny in public, I guess. Had t'learn the hard way though." 
"Oh wow, really? What, spent a small fortune on repairs?" Belle replied, grinning and pumping with a tighter grip.
"Let's just say Zara's got better things to do than stitch clothes back together after I, heh, 'hulk out'." He joked while lifting a foot free from the clothing around his ankles. Belle helped him along by keeping his jeans tugged down for him to step out of them. Once he finally had, rendering him just as naked as her, she clutched him by the hips and practically shoved her cheek into his cock.
"Mmm, alright 'Bruce Banner', I think that's more than enough small talk. I think we can skip the next few steps of getting to know each other." 
Taylor hissed out his pleasure, a firm hand against Belle's scalp encouraging her to nuzzle up and down his shaft.
"Sounds good. In fact, how about we skip to the part where I fuck those beautiful tits of yours?" 
With a gentle half lidded glance, Belle rasped her tongue up his flesh, the flavour of a real man finally sizzling across her tongue.
"Bring it." 

--- 

However coy and playful as he'd been before, Taylor had made it clear very quickly that he could go all out too, when it counted. 
The sheer weight of the lion straddling her breasts was arousing in itself. Taylor had been careful but confident in how he'd led her down to the floor, and now that his cock was firmly cushioned in her cleavage, lubricated by her hearty licks and the persistent sticky seed that'd been worked into her chest and all over her body, he was easily making up for the lack of rough treatment Belle had longed for.
Taylor's hands has grasped her tits from above, perky nipples pushing upwards into his palms. Every time he pulled back or shunted forwards they would jiggle with the momentum slightly, even with much of the pillowy furred flesh being kneaded slowly in his fingers, an act that'd made the lustful growl in the back of his throat all the more pronounced when he'd begun. 
They were past the point of subtlety, of foreplay, of any tender and gentle warming up. His thrusts came fast and hard, constantly forcing his cock to mash into her face inevitably.
That was, for the few times Belle wasn't bobbing her lips along the head with a hearty moan. He was far too big, tasty, rough and manly for her not to. 
"Fuck..." Taylor grunted. "You're one hungry li'l cocksucker, ain'tcha?" 
Belle's eyes narrowed and a sly laugh rumbled around her mouthful, causing a twinge of spiked pleasure to her dominant partner. A dirty talker, huh? Belle could certainly get behind that. It was always exciting seeing what it took for her to push a newfound partner's buttons.
She let his cock out of her mouth abruptly, but not without a parting moan and an echoing *pop*. 
"Can you blame me? Didn't get nearly enough from this little monster..." Belle said, nodding her head towards one of the still largely limp tentacles strewn over the floor ever since Belle had fucked the poor beast to exhaustion. "Mmm, so I've been aching for a big meaty treat just like this..." She cooed, even while Taylor's thrusting increased in pace, causing the gathering juices of their naughty play to trickle down to the floor through Belle's fur and slap into her cock nuzzling cheeks with a wet impact each time he 'hilted' in her cleavage. 
"Nnnnhh, yeah, not all a'those weird things are as good as that one I heard Zara sold yer way before." Taylor replied, barely holding his casual sentence together while squeezing the married bovine's breasts and massaging his dick with them. "But I'm more than happy t'see that ya leave happy~" he chuckled. 

Suddenly, Belle felt a sharp jolt of ecstasy.
"Ohhhfuck!" She cried out, pushing her hips up into the grinding, flicking stimulation that was bringing bliss to her pussy before she even knew what it was. 
Could one of the tentacles have regained its' energy? No, the sensation was too broad and...fluffy. 
Then it hit her, while she felt the whipping strokes along her aching slit continuing.
"Holy shit! Is... That your... Hahhh... Tail?!" She panted, her grip around the back of Taylor's hips tightening. 
"Y'like that?" He whispered, amidst heavy breaths. "No reason t'leave you all pent up too... I can stop if you want, though..." He asked, as seriously as he could, just in case the surprise was too much, too fast. Even if he reckoned that Belle wasn't the type to frown on impulsiveness.
"Don't you, dare stop..." Belle immediately responded, proving his assumption right. She slicked up Taylor's cock with a few more bobbing motions that caused her lips to stretch, cheeks to hollow and tongue to rumble with a sincere moan. 
"Like you, mmh, said..." She continued once her mouth was free. "We can skip all the bullshit, sexy." Belle stroked her hands around from Taylor's hips until she was firmly groping her own breasts around the sides. "Now how much longer are you going to keep me waiting for a yummy load of thick, lion spunk?" 
Taylor's eyes widened, then narrowed, irises morphing into predatory slits. His teeth clenched. His thrusting stopped for a moment, as did his flickering tail. 
"Oh it is on now, you sexy bitch." He growled, before in one smooth motion he ran his hands through Belle's hair and forced half of his cock past her lips, tail squirming its' brushy tip inside Belle's clenched moist cunt. 

"MNNH!" Came Belle's short, sharp, pleasured reaction. Her hips bucked upwards, coaxed by the curious wriggling sensation of his flexible tail tip within her sex. After the spirited yet sadly brief fucking she'd gotten from the tentacles, having a thinner but hugely more energetic prehensile appendage squirming in circles within her pussy and flicking back and forth was a somewhat familiar, but largely new and exciting experience. The force with which he slid back and forth within her cleavage and past her lips simultaneously was inflaming her libido even further. 
Taylor wore his own pleasure on his face as well. As Belle fluttered her eyes up at him, bobbing her lips in submission to his hip thrusts and his guiding hands, she saw him grinning and staring hungrily down at her, as if in want of even more, were the pleasure of a simultaneous comfortable titfuck and wet blowjob not already enough to have him twitching and feeding her a constant stream of pre. 
"Mmmmmmm~" Belle purred, twisting her head left and right on occasion to switch her angles, causing Taylor's member to show as a prominent bulge pushing out from inside either of her cheeks. Her vocals were just as much for his entertainment as they were for her self expression. He really did taste good, with a deeply satisfying girth. 
"Damn, that's... Fuckin' sexy..." Taylor growled. He leaned forwards enough to ensure he could put his full weight behind each swing of his hips, trusting that with Belle's size and experience, she could keep pace quite capably as he began fucking his way towards a climax. 
"Fuck, yer hubby's... A lucky guy..." Taylor teased during a sudden tweak to her left nipple after freeing a hand from her scalp. His tail slid further within her folds, cooling and whipping enough into her pussy to really brush his tufty tip along her deeper sweet spots. 
"Mmmmgh~!" Belle sang, eyes reeling up and body quivering underneath from the assault on her perky, sensitive nub and her pent up sex. The relentless tail fucking, the weight of his thighs over her chest forcing her to take everything he was giving, the huge cock twitching with the premise of an explosive orgasm scraping past her tongue... Screw tentacles, she'd just needed a man like this all along! 
Taylor pulled Belle's lips away from his cock with a parting slurp, only to mate with her massaging cleavage with threefold pace and aggression, hands mashing back down into her chest with palms rubbing across her hardened nipples. Just in time, she thought. With how hot she felt by then, it wouldn't have done to not be able to vocalise her heat. 
"YES!" Belle aptly moaned, her own hands clasping down over Taylor's to REALLY make sure he got the most out of her tits. "Cum on me, plea- OH GAWD!" Belle cut herself off, the moment Taylor's tail flicked several agonisingly slow times against her clit before diving right back into her soaked depths. 
"Mnnnn, that's it babe..." Taylor grunted, hurriedly and barely coherent. "Lose it all y'want..." His encouraging, smooth southern drawl flooded into Belle's ears even over the sopping slaps of his moist cock through her breasts. She'd succumbed to her own approaching orgasm enough to toss her head back, panting with mouth agape in a silly smile. Taylor didn't mind the loss of her mouth around his cock one bit, not when, he thought, he had such a sexy flushed face to 'target'. 
"Fuck..." He grunted repeatedly, Belle's hands on his a constant source of encouragement. So again and again he humped through her cleavage and rubbed her tits to and fro around his aching cock, until with a short sharp gasp and a whip of his tail rapidly out of Belle's pussy, his climax took full hold. 
"NGH!" Taylor barked, holding firm with Belle's breasts immersing the jumping, twitching middle portion of his cock. Thick ribbons of creamy white lion seed shot from his bulbous cockhead, with such aggressive pressure that at first it simply splashed over and past Belle's head, adding to the plethora of colourful pungent sexual juices already staining the very unclean testing room. With ecstasy fogging his brain, all Taylor cared to do was thrash his head back, shut his eyes and enjoy the sensations engulfing his lower regions. 
Belle was lost in the thrill. Her own orgasm was still burning strong, stretched out by the slight yet expert motions of the lion's tail back out of her clenching sex. The hearty salvos of spunk messing up the room and splashing over her face along the way just added to the rush. 
"Mmmmmn, yes! More!" She simply moaned, shuffling her breasts either side of Taylor's cock to milk out every drop and really drive him crazy. It was thick, hearty, warmer than expected, and just as tasty as she'd hoped, once his loads dripped and gushed their way into her gaping, panting mouth too. So much so that with a slight amount of strain Belle impulsively lifted her head, heavy and sticky under a steamy bathing of cum, to wrap her lips tight around Taylor's tip. 
"FUCK!" Taylor roared, in the loudest utterance he'd said that day. His eyes ripped open so he could gaze down towards the sudden suckling sensation that was overloading his already sensitive orgasming cock. While he simply panted and humped out more of his copious seed, Belle made a racket of licking, sucking and swallowing all that he gave, no matter how many times her cheeks bloated with her meal. 
His orgasm finally tapered away, and right on cue Belle tugged off Taylor's trickling cock with a resounding pop. With a synchronised sigh, the couple both let their bodies rest, arms limply falling to their sides. Belle's breasts freed Taylor's slick, messy cock, letting it twitch out the last remnants of releases in her equally sopping cleavage. 
Taylor looked down into Belle's eyes, slowly raising a hand to caress over her cheek. 
Belle smiled back, panting just as heavily as he was, fingers trailing to and fro up Taylor's thighs and hips. 
They held their eye contact for almost a minute in silence before Belle spoke.

"Fuck me." She slowly whispered, feeling his erection persistently hard against her chest. 
"With pleasure." He purred, enchanted by the shine of her eyes and the warmth glowing from her body. 
Belle licked her lips as Taylor raised his body and moved south, his strong tan-furred hands moving her as he needed her. 
She didn't care how he did it. 
She just needed it now.

---

"FUCK! YES! HARDER~!" 
"NNNFFF! FUCK YEAH!" 

Their cries had been resonating through the room for so long that neither of them had any sense of time left in their heads. Though the passion completely possessing their minds certainly contributed as well. 
At first Belle struggled to take Taylor in, but that gradual, inching, almost uncomfortable insertion was invigorating in itself. He felt so much thicker than he looked, even in comparison to the inhuman beast who'd gotten her fires burning before he’d caught her red handed. Once he’d begun carefully but firmly fucking her, Belle found it remarkably easy to follow his lead, succumb to his exploring hands, move to new positions under his guiding strong grip and just let her mind melt into mush under such constant cunny-splitting rough sex. 
At first she was on her back, staring up at him while under the constant assault of his cock inching further and further in with each thrust, her breaths short and her body quivering. Her hands desperately scratched for purchase before finding his forearms and clenching them tight, her legs locked around his thighs with similar passionate strength. Her pussy was soaking his cock even more than her mouth and his seed already had, and the concoction of sex fogging the air was only making her heat worse. 
Soon enough though, with a sudden feral thrust forwards deprived of any prior warning (which ultimately only served to get Belle off harder), Taylor hilted in her cunt, body leant all the way forwards to enforce his size, power, predatory dominance and sheer need. From then on, it was an all out hard, rough, fuck.
Their intense, passionate, animalistic sex flowed through all number of poses, positions and parts of the largely bare but very messy testing room. Taylor pawed at her breasts, spanked her doughy, patchy butt, caressed fistfuls of her thick, lightly cum matted hair and throughout it all, collided his hips into Belle's to force his cock to bottom out within her passage and distend her navel. Belle scratched down his back, practically shoved her tongue down his throat in sloppy moaning deep kisses, chewed on his neck with eyes reeling and all four limbs clamped around his torso as she rode out yet another orgasm, and whenever their position allowed it, sank her pussy as deep as she could stand down Taylor's shaft. 

After some time, they'd ended up fucking into the walls, literally. Belle held onto a horizontal bar running the perimeter of the room at chest height (proving Zara's interior design choices to be quite savvy in so doing) shakily with the last of her focus as Taylor hammered inside her from behind, his own grip firm around her soft voluptuous hips. 
"Fuck... Fuck... FUCK!!! OH GAWD!!" Belle moaned with building volume and passion, the weight of so much pleasure having long since deprived her of any ability to speak sensibly while Taylor fucked her as hard and deep as she'd come to expect, let alone talk dirty to him. 
"Nnff... Fuckin... Tight... Slut..." Taylor growled from behind her, completely unphased by Belle's lack of greater coherency. In fact it likely made him even more aroused to know he'd brought her to such a stupor. 
Every time he pushed forwards, so did Belle’s body, large and healthy and now strongly sheened with sweat, spunk, saliva and pussy juices. Her stature didn’t give her any advantages anymore, her breasts swaying, hair tossed about and wildly frazzled, tongue lolling and legs quivering weakly but holding fast under the promise of more satisfaction. Taylor’s hands rubbed down firmly against her hips, and while his vigorous pounding continued, his right palm moved underneath Belle to grasp suddenly and possessively around as much of her breast as he could. Even if that didn’t amount to much considering her buxom measurements, he still mashed and squeezed and kneaded with all his might. 
“Fuck... Gonna...” was all Taylor could muster in the moment, teeth clenched and body leant over his bovine partner to better grope and fuck at once. His thrusting became erratic, shifting between furious rapid pounding and slower but steadier grinding. Belle rocked her hips, swung her chest to give his groping hand greater delight, and let rip with expressing what she wanted and needed. 
“FUCK! Cum in me... Balls deep... Please! Fill me up! NGH!” Belle was cut off by Taylor suddenly leaning all the way over her, his hair tickling her and chest grazing her back from above, as his jaws latched right at the base of her neck. 
“Nhhrrrr... Belle...” He growled, gnawing and pawing and slapping his balls into her sopping pink sex every time his mammoth cock slammed to the root inside. 
“OH GOD! OHH FUCKING...NNHAAAAAH!!!” Belle screamed, souring into her freshest, hardest orgasm yet with fists gripping the bar before her, legs trembling, back arching and face contorted beyond sense.
The grip of her cumming cunt around his dick pushed Taylor well over the edge as well, the pair suddenly but completely tumbling into mutual ecstasy. 
“NNHHRRRR!” Taylor roared, his bite worsening around her neck just as his hands tightened their hold. After his final triumphant thrust of his ebony member balls deep inside Belle, his cock unloaded with greater volume and force than at any prior time Belle had felt that day. Every time it throbbed within her enveloping folds, hot jets of seed poured out, flooding her depths again and again and again. 
Not only did it all inevitably gush back out of the busty, bucking bovine, mixing with her own feminine squirts, but Taylor’s virility was plain to see for any would-be onlookers within moments, as her already cock-stuffed belly expanded further, subtly, with his cum. The persistent bathing of her insides in his thick, fresh seed transformed Belle’s orgasmic whimpers and mindless bucking into silent, sudden spasms. As the ecstasy washed over them both, their limbs slowly, slowly, relaxed, both bodies gradually coming to slump on the sticky, messy floor. 
Belle shut her eyes, sighing under the predatory male’s weight. Satisfied, at last. 

--- 

Taylor had never had to shuffle his clothes back on so quietly, or with so much mess getting in the way. Not that he regretted any part of the impromptu encounter he’d found himself in upon coming home that day. 
Carefully, and with no small amount of difficulty stemming from the moisture that had worked into his legs and groin, he tugged his jeans back up, beginning to step through the veritable puddles of bodily mixtures that he and Belle had created, towards the testing room door. His belt jangled lightly as he tried securing it as well, prompting a nervous hiss through his clenched teeth. He didn’t wanna wake the poor girl, not after she’d seemed so comfortably exhausted in their little heap, so once he’d regained feeling in his legs he’d gently laid Belle on her back with a cuddle and a sensual kiss to her sighing lips. Shame there was no time for pillow talk, but he’d spent long enough with this ‘faithful customer’ of Zara’s, and he didn’t want to miss that lucky husband of Belle’s before the man was done giving what Taylor hoped was an equally fun time to his beloved girlfriend. 
Still, Taylor thought with a smile as he approached the door, there was no way this could be a onetime fling, not with such an entertainingly open minded couple as Belle and her beau. 
“Zara was right...” Came a raspy voice from behind Taylor. He froze for a moment, but once he’d realised the gentleness behind the words, he turned. 
Sure enough, Belle was there, weakly propped on her shoulders where he’d laid her, making  a show of licking her lips. 
“...You are a beast~” 
Taylor smiled sincerely. 
“Only with someone sexy n’ skilled enough to make me bring m’ best.” 
They both chuckled, and held their gaze. 
“Wanna help me check in on our other halves?” Taylor asked. 
“I’ll... be right there.” Belle sighed. “Just, gotta rest. Like, wow.” She slid back down to the floor, her last sentiment of awe barely audible. 
Taylor smiled widely, making for the door. “Take y’time, sexy.” 
As he wobbled his way out, he took one last glance back at the messy beauty he’d left in such a happy, haggard state. 
At the same time, Belle saw him through barely open eyes. 
At that moment, both thought the same thing. 
“No wonder Zara likes them so much.”