Balros
Girl, you're amazing

UniformVixen
Look whos talking gorgeous ❤️

Balros
Squirrel swoons and falls into your lap. Your tits whumpf over him.

UniformVixen
pulls you in under, lipples smacking and licking at themselves as you snuggle on under. She keeps you nice and warm under her hungry milkbags, many hands petting through your chestnut fur as she trills and coos comfortingly, somewhere above all that heavy breastflesh you nestle beneath ~

Balros
Gleefully snuggles on in, surrounded in softness, heft, heaviness, warmth, fur, fertile flesh, and plump mawnips moaning above him. And those paws! More than two for sure, your big hands sinking into his dense, rich, silky squirrel fur pelt.

UniformVixen
grips and fondles and touches and teases, wherever she can reach, happy to have you here, and cuddled in tight. "My darling my dove my squirreloid love ~ We hope you're so well. It's been too long. Too long." She singsongs along, from all three mouths in joyful chorus, while one massive silken-furred paw comes to grip at your sheath, and disgorge its contents breezily into her cleavage with a well-practiced kneading, just so there's more of you to cuddle into her sweatmusked mauve squirrelfur.

Balros
Sinking into your paws and fur, grip and gorgeousness, he sighs with wistful love and adoration. "We're better with you in our lives." He murmurs, sharing a muzzle kiss makeout with a mawnip, and unsheathing his shaft into the throaty gullet of your other breast. Lips around his sheath rim, just how he likes it. His nose sinks into your fur and he breathes in, and in and in and in and in, letting your fumigating musk soak through him and mutate his own scent glands until he's pouring with musk fog from every pore.