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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:21:51 No.68354354 Report

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Hello, Snootfriends. Dropping in with another Tiffany green. Gonna be a long one this time, so I hope you enjoy!

>Tonight is a night you are going to remember forever.
>Yesterday had been the day where all of the interns at the Instaspam offices learned whether or not they had been hired on as full time employees. Only a small handful of positions were available and there had been a couple dozen applicants from among the intern pool.
>The short list of openings had been made available a little more than a month ago. Among them there was only a singular advertising position. Tiffany had, of course, tried for it the moment she could.
>You remember her sitting at the dining room table, refreshing the web-page every couple of seconds as she waited for the application process to open up. The sound of her anxiously drumming claws a background to every action in the apartment for almost an hour.
>The following week your girlfriend had done her best to keep calm as she anticipated a response. Occupying herself with housework and binging far more television than usual. However, the constant tapping of her tail against the foot-board of the bed at night and the way that she twitched every time her cell phone buzzed exposed the nervousness that gripped at her.
>When she finally received the call that she was being brought in for an interview the whole apartment shook from her thunderously joyous cry as she hopped with excitement. Her tail swinging wildly behind her. You had felt elated for her as she pulled you into a tight hug. Her arms and tail envelop you in an embrace of pure, undiluted happiness.
>Which was nice right up until you’d remembered that you need to breathe on occasion.
>Desperately tapping her back as you wheezed, “...-Tiff…-can’t…-need…-air…-please…”

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:24:00 No.68354419 Report

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>>68354354
>Over the next week and a half, Tiffany was significantly more relaxed as she prepared for the interview in every way that she could. Practicing each question. Perfecting her tone. Researching every detail. Right down to the ideal outfit.
>You spent a lot of that same time nursing your bruised ribs while assisting her.
>After the love of your life rose out of bed the morning of the interview, you’d managed to crawl out after her and cook her breakfast. The melodic tones of her singing in the shower had floated around you as you prepared the morning repast.
>Your eggs were runny and your toast was burnt, but you’d somehow managed to keep from marring her morning meal.
>As the two of you shared a tender hug in the doorway, you felt small tremors shaking her body. Whether they were from excitement or nervousness, you didn’t know, but you’d made certain to quell any uncertainty in her with reassurances.
>“Tiff, you’re going to do great. You’re smart, you’re beautiful, and you’ve worked your tail off there for years now. There’s no way they won’t love you.”
>You’d planted a kiss on her snout and placed a hand on her cheek. “And if they don’t, then I will personally leak where they hide the bodies.”
>The giggle and contented little hum she’d released in the wake of your affection confirmed that those were the exact words she’d needed to hear.
>When Tiffany came home that evening, she had been radiant with ecstatic energy. The interview had gone off without a single hitch. She couldn’t keep herself from giving big, toothy smiles as she recounted how all of her preparation had paid off.
>“And best of all, on my way out I swear I heard Ms. Sellers tell Mr. Manifold that she thought I’d given an ‘interesting presentation’.”

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:26:26 No.68354490 Report

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>>68354419
>The apartment had been positively swollen with an atmosphere of pure joy. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter. The birds sang a little more sweetly. Hell, even the Amazon Primate selection seemed to be more alluring than normal.
>And then came the waiting.
>All of the applicants had been informed that there would be at least a nine day processing period after all interviews had been completed before they would begin to reach out.
>The aura of bliss that had taken up residence remained untainted for three of those days before the first motes of doubt began to make themselves known.
>Small details started to gnaw on the edges of Tiffany’s confidence. Her mind started picking at the smallest details. Her recountings shifted focus from the interest displayed by the interviewers to a yawn one of them gave more than halfway through.
>Stress hastily rushed back into the atmosphere of the apartment. Every day of waiting seemed to dredge up some new concern, and not even the smallest worry spared her.
>Had she talked too much? Had her sweater been too bright? She’d coughed near the end, did that show a lack of stamina?
>All of these things and more pecked at her initial excitement until it had been reduced back to the same anxiety that had initially filled her.
>The thing that weighed on the nervous saurian the heaviest was the comment about her “interesting presentation.”
>”...but what did she mean when she said it was ‘interesting’? Interesting doesn’t always mean good or eye-catching...” You’d retreaded this conversation several times by now and knew how to properly navigate it.
>“Tiff, I promise you that it meant you gave the most wonderful, unique interview she’d ever seen. You’re a shoe-in.”
>The nervous T-rex nodded and quietly picked at her claws while staring at the television screen. Nestling herself against your chest while you wrapped an arm comfortingly around her shoulders.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:28:07 No.68354530 Report

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>>68354490
>“But when you say ‘unique’...”
>You’d done everything you could think of in order to soothe her frayed nerves. Getting her out of the house by going on walks, taking her on a date to the planetarium, and even cracking into your meager meal budget to take her to an upscale restaurant. But it didn’t help much.
>She spent almost all of her waking hours anxiously fidgeting with her phone, waiting for the call that would either make her day or break her heart. At one point you’d even resorted to hiding the damn thing from her just so she couldn’t keep tormenting herself with it.
>That particular move hadn’t gone over very well and had resulted in you sleeping on the floor that night.
>You’d thought that was a little excessive, but decided it was best not to argue with your highly stressed tyrannosaurus girlfriend.
>At least she had let you use one of the throw pillows from the sofa.
>Finally, the day arrived. The two of you sat across from one another in the kitchen, the Pixel 5 resting on the table between you. Your hand rested comfortingly on top of hers as she kept glancing nervously at the dark screen.
>The best you could manage was to silently glare at the stupid chunk of plastic.
>She’d reached for the phone at one point, “I may have given them the wrong number. I should probably-”
>At great risk to your own safety, you’d gently pushed it away from her grasp. “You know you didn’t, babe. It’ll be okay. No matter what happens, you’re still the most lovely, wonderful, kind-hearted woman I know. And that matters a lot more.”
>Tiffany stared back at you. In her glacier-blue eyes you could see the gratitude for your words clashing with the anxiety gripping at her.
>A single, soft buzz of the phone caused the both of you to jump. She’d clasped at your hand tightly before taking a deep breath, picking it up, and reading the email.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:30:52 No.68354600 Report

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>>68354530
>Her eyes scanned over the text, her lips silently mouthing the message. Her expression worryingly unreadable. You leaned forward, trying to read the results in the reflection of her glasses.
>If you hadn’t been holding onto Tiffany’s hand, you’d have definitely been thrown to the floor when the table flipped over as she launched herself from her seat. She had literally been jumping for joy as she’d squealed with delight, holding the phone over her head in utter victory.
>“I GOT THE JOB!”
>Yanking you into another enthusiastic embrace, she spun around and around, taking you with her on the wonderful carousel ride of her elation. Your own heart near-to-bursting with relief and joy for her.
>Tiffany had spent the next couple of hours in Boom calls with her fellow interns. Excitement was shared. Condolences were given. Even a couple of tears were spilled.
>Sometime during the whirlwind of discussions the idea had come up that they should all have one final get together before moving onto the next stage of their lives.
>The plan took form and was scheduled within a matter of minutes. Leave it to a group of social media interns to be able to put together a gathering that quickly.
>You actually had a surprisingly good time at the meet-up. All of the former interns had pitched in and they’d managed to reserve a local bar for the evening.
>Tiffany had excitedly led you around the room and introduced you to all of her cohorts. It was nice to finally have faces attached to all of the names you’d heard so much about over the past few years.
>You got too close to a purple and blue dilophosaurus that your girlfriend seemed to be purposefully avoiding who managed to grab a hold of your wrist. “So you’re the skinnie we’ve been hearing so much about,” she said with a venomously sweet smile.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:33:30 No.68354662 Report

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>>68354600
>Her grip slid up your arm and you could feel her give your bicep a light squeeze. “My, you certainly are a catch, aren’t you?” she purred while catching your eye. Her frills rippling suggestively.
>Tiffany’s grip on your hand tightened and her tail wrapped protectively around your calves. Your dork of a partner’s entire demeanor shifted as she introduced the woman currently giving you bedroom eyes. “This is Valorie. She works with the HR department.”
>Her lascivious eyes met Tiffany’s for a long second. ”You must tell me how you managed to get your clutches on such a handsome human,” Valorie gave your beloved a sly smile, “Though I suppose it must’ve been easy for such a toothsome girl such as yourself.”
>You suppress a grunt as the bones in your hand suddenly felt as if they’d been caught in a hydraulic press.
>“I don’t know. Just lucky I guess.” A predatory smile formed across her face. “Very. Lucky.” Her tone oozing with sudden cattiness.
>You could feel static sparking between the two of them. You didn’t know what was going on, but you’re certainly caught in the middle of it now.
>The bombshell of a dilophosaurus blinked first, releasing you and tossing her ponytail over her shoulder in an effort to maintain her dignity. “I guess some girls just have it all. But that doesn’t mean others can’t have a little too.” With a quick wink directed straight at you, she turned and left to hunt easier prey.
>“Lovely woman. Must get along pretty well with everyone,” you sardonically comment while massaging your tender hand.
>Tiffany’s eyes stalked Valorie across the bar until she’d sauntered up to another hapless male. “She…gets around.” The pause in her voice confirmed your suspicions.
>“Office slut?”
>Your soulmate didn’t answer, but she did give you a quick squeeze with her tail and pulled you a little closer.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:35:43 No.68354713 Report

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>>68354662
>Fortunately the night wore on without incident. You had a blast interacting with all of Tiffany’s coworkers, getting along with them a lot better than you expected. Even managing to exchange a few gamertags along the way.
>You were happy to see Tiffany enjoying herself as well. Watching her drink and laugh with her friends placed a warm glow in your chest. She deserved this so much. To just be able to take an evening, be amongst trusted company, and relax. Everything is right with the world for just a little while.
>Somewhere along the way a karaoke machine found its way into the room. You’d cheered the teal T-rex on as she stood on a table and drunkenly sang some ska tune. Not your favorite type of music, but so long as she was enjoying herself it didn’t matter in the least.
>It was well into the wee hours of the morning when the two of you finally left the bar. Getting into the Gruber taxi you still had a good buzz going as you waved back towards all of your new acquaintances. Tiffany, on the other hand, hung herself out of the rear window and gave a final excited cheer for the evening. Slurring out how much she loved them all and couldn’t wait to see them on Monday as the car pulled from the parking lot.
>Once you’d managed to drag her back into the seat, she’d snuggled herself against you, pressing her snout under your chin and nuzzling against your neck while humming contentedly. Her hand resting on top of your thigh almost possessively. Giving it gentle squeezes every now and again as if to assure herself that you're still there.
>She spends the entirety of the ride home happily recounting every single detail of the evening to your poor driver. You make sure to thank him and leave a decent tip when he drops you off at your apartment complex. Your arm is wrapped around your girlfriend’s waist as you guide her staggering steps into the building and towards the elevator.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:37:43 No.68354754 Report

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>>68354713
>“Alright, c’mon, Tiff, just a couple steps up and then we’re home free.”
>During the ride up to your floor, Tiffany leans against the wall and pulls you against her body as she sways back and forth. Tenderly visiting small, loving nibbles across the top of your head. You had no idea she got this affectionate after she had a few drinks in her, but you welcome it.
>It’s past 3 AM when you finally unlock the door to your apartment and lead your still stumbling significant other into the warm space of your home.
>Tiffany kicks off her shoes, drops her handbag on the table by the door, and tosses her jacket in a messy pile onto the floor. Giggling to herself, she sways through the living room and disappears into the bedroom. You pick up the discarded articles from the floor and place them in their proper homes. A small gesture you’re sure she’ll appreciate come morning.
>You give the love of your life some privacy as she changes into her evening clothes. Listening to the thuds and bumps issuing out from your shared bedroom as she tries her best to drunkenly navigate the small space.
>Picking up her handbag, you fish out her phone and power it off. She may not be happy with you about it in the morning, but you don’t want any errant messages or forgotten alarms waking her up earlier than she needs. Besides, it feels nice to shut down the thing that had momentarily taken over your sunshine’s life.
>Figuring it’s probably wise to get some water in you before you turn in for the night, you make your way towards the kitchen, passing by the bedroom door.
>“Hey there, handsome.”
>The voice that calls out to you causes you to freeze mid step. It was low and inviting. The kind of tone that draws a man's undivided attention. Turning your head slowly, your gaze is greeted by a sight that absolutely steals the breath from your lungs and sends a jolt of adrenaline through you that could raise the dead.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:42:06 No.68354857 Report

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>>68354754
>Tiffany is facing towards the doorway as she stretches on her stomach across the bed. She’d stripped out of the clothes she had worn to the party, the semi-professional articles lying haphazardly across the floor where they’d been dropped, and traded them for a white form fitting t-shirt and a simple pair of panties.
>“See-hic-see something you like?”
>The first thing that draws your attention is the expression she’s giving you. She’s gazing at you over the rim of her spectacles with hooded eyes, an intoxicated smile adorning her lips. Her long, chestnut brown hair is messy and tousled, cascading down the sides of her face to frame it with its gorgeous locks.
>Your eyes travel along the curves of her body, tracing along her shapely backside and down to her tail. You feel your attention drawn almost hypnotically to its long, muscular form as it lazily swishes back and forth across the back of her crossed legs.
>“Eyes are up-hic-here, skinnie.” Your attention is snapped back to the ocean blue eyes that set your heart aflutter. She gives you a mischievous smile and slaps her tail against the covers as she crooks a beckoning finger at you. “C’mere, I-hic-I wanna hold my little alien.” Each adorable little hiccup that escaped her causes the bed to rock slightly.
>There was no way on raptor christ’s green earth that you would be able to resist that look.
>Your steps are slow and entranced as you enter the room, your eyes unable to leave the vision of saurian beauty before you. Tiffany displays her ample breasts to you as she arches her back up and offers you a hand. Her grip is warm and gentle while she guides you onto the soft mattress.
>The tipsy tyrannosaurus moves up onto her knees and the two of you kneel in front of each other. The silence of the night settles comfortably around, only occasionally broken by the involuntary, tipsy little squeaks she lets out, as the both of you get lost in one another's eyes.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:43:46 No.68354900 Report

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>>68354857
>Still holding onto your hand, Tiffany leans back, pulling you with her until she’s fallen back onto the bed and you’ve fallen onto her. Strong arms enwrap you as you nestle your head against her chest, returning her embrace.
>Your body vibrates with the content little purrs the starlight of your life lets out as she gently rolls from side to side. Her tail wraps itself around your leg and gives it an affectionate squeeze. You can hear her softly murmuring to herself, her words quiet and nearly incomprehensible, but you manage to make out two words.
>“...all mine…“
>You press your smile into her chest and hold her even more tightly. Listening to the rhythmic thump of her large heart.
>At this perfect moment in time there are only the two of you. There is nowhere else in the world you want to be and nobody else you want to be with.
>“Hey…” Her quiet voice pushes through your reverie.
>“Hey…”
>The most perfect girl in the world softly places her fingers beneath your chin, bringing your gaze up to meet hers. Her crystal blue eyes are filled with such boundless depths of passion that it voids all thoughts from your mind.
>God you love her.
>“Tha-hic-Thank you. For supporting me. I know it’s been stressful for you-hic-too.” Her cheeks burn that beautiful rose color as she rubs her thumb against your chin. “I’m sorry. But it’s over now.” She pulls gently at you and you allow yourself to be pulled forwards. “Now we have all the time we want for each other.”
>Your lips connect. Pure fireworks. Your mind slowly engulfed in a thick haze of pure love as lights flash behind your eyelids. Just like it always is. You can taste the alcohol, heavy and aromatic, on her breath, but that doesn’t matter.
>What matters is expressing to this beautiful, smart, and wonderful girl the pure depths of your love for her.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:46:27 No.68354974 Report

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>>68354900
>Things start slow and gentle, as if it were the first kiss you’ve ever shared. It’s like electricity is rippling through your entire being, radiating from the spot where your lips meet. Your heart races as its wonderful tendrils spread through your limbs and causes your skin to tingle.
>As your kiss grows in intensity, you begin to explore each other’s mouths. At first, only teasing little prods with the tip of the tongue. But as soon as she allows you to slip past her defenses, it becomes all out war.
>You press your mouths tightly together as soft moans escape from Tiffany’s throat. You can’t suppress your own grunts of desire as your tongues fight for dominance.
>It’s time to take the initiative.
>With a tremendous effort of will, you brace your forearm against the squishy mattress next to her head and raise yourself up from her body. Tiffany gives an unhappy little whine as you break contact with her. She grips loosely at your shoulders as you lean over her, trying to coax you back down into her full embrace.
>Putting all of your weight onto your arm, you tuck your other hand behind her head, threading your fingers through her almond hair. The silken strands run against your skin like water.
>She’s looking up at you with wide, nervous eyes. The flush of her cheeks deepening by the second. Her glasses slightly askew on the bridge of her snout. Her heavy chest rising and falling with increased intensity as her breathing picks up pace.
>“I’m so happy that my heart could just burst, Tiff,” you begin, planting a soft kiss against the side of her mouth. “I don’t know that I have the words to even begin to describe how much you mean to me.” Tiffany brings a hand down from your shoulder and interlocks her fingers with yours.
>“You’re as beautiful as the stars dotting the twilight sky.” Another soft kiss against the edge of her mouth. A soft whimper escapes her as she tries to pull you into her.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:48:36 No.68355031 Report

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>>68354974
>“You make me want to be better.” Another teasing peck. Her hot, heavy pants waft across your neck, punctuated by wanting little moans.
>“The day I met you was the best day of my life.” She braces herself for your lips, but you withhold it this time. Instead choosing to focus deep into her eyes. Tears of happiness and desire mist the baby blue orbs that longingly look back.
>“I don’t know what I did to deserve you,” One final, gentle kiss on her lips. You hear her breath hitch at the contact. “But you own me. Body and soul. And I don’t want it any other way.”
>“I love you so much.”
>With that, you dive into the waiting saurian beneath you. The sudden crusade on her body pulling a quiet gasp from her.
>Starting at her collarbone, you pepper a line of butterfly kisses up the curve of her neck. Your lips tracing a long, tender path along her cool, firm hide. Your eyes are closed so that you can focus entirely on the sounds your lover releases and the movements of her body.
>You gently nip at her erogenous spot; right where her neck meets her jaw. Her reaction is immediate. Tiffany throws her head back and lets out a sharp, impassioned cry as her body spasms up into yours. Her breasts pressing against you tightly as you attack the spot again and again.
>Your hands are not idle during this time. Letting go of her hand and head, you slide them along the curves of Tiffany’s body. Feeling her firm, cool scales just beneath your fingertips you worship her very form as you work your way down to her hips.
>Eventually, your hands reach her waist and you decide to take a moment to explore a little deeper. Sliding your grasp around to her rear, you use your fingers to massage an asscheek with one hand while gently scratching at the base of her tail with the other.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:50:37 No.68355074 Report

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>>68355031
>The results of your actions are immediate as her heavy tail uncontrollably thrashes against the covers. The whole bed shaking wildly with each powerful downstroke. The pants that come from Tiffany are now accompanied by short, high pitched moans.
>You revel in her body’s involuntary reaction for a couple of seconds before slowing your rubbing to slow, methodical petting. Her tail movements reducing themselves to mere spasming twitches that thud happily against your leg.
>The hand that had been fondling her rear releases its grip and slides under the hem of her shirt. Tiffany’s stomach becomes more and more exposed the further up her body you travel as her shirt rises. Drawing naughty little lines along her abdomen, you can feel her stomach tensing beneath your teasing touch, until it reaches her chest.
>Full and firm, you give the wonderful mound of flesh a soft squeeze. The stimulated t-rex places the side of her fist into her mouth and bites to try and stifle a whimper of pleasure.
>Saving fun and games for later, you wrap your arm around her side and pull her against you as tightly as you can. Massaging your fingers into her back, your one and only goal is to drown the sunshine of your life in pure, undiluted pleasure.
>You continue to nip and nibble against her neck and jaw, pulling all of those wonderful, passion-soaked sounds that you love. You give the base one more solid pinch, earning you a final, earth-shaking slam from her tail, before moving your attention elsewhere. Your fingers move along the edge of her panties before coming to press softly at her crotch.
>The fabric there is absolutely soaked.
>Before another thought can cross your mind, Tiffany’s tail suddenly whips up and wraps itself around your waist. Her fingers dig into your back muscles as she grips you, and rolls. You can’t suppress the cry of surprise that rises from your throat as you’re forcefully turned over.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:52:22 No.68355125 Report

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>>68355074
>It takes a moment for your mind to recover, but when it does you’re made very aware of where your actions have just landed you.
>Tiffany towers over you as she straddles your prone form. Her drenched thighs press against the sides of your legs, pinning them together. Her shirt is damp with sweat and sticking to her body, giving you the barest peek at the voluptuous form underneath. Beads of moisture roll down her temple and along her jaw where they drip down onto you. Her silky, caramel hair is in complete disarray, tousled and wild, bangs plastered to her moist forehead. Her mouth is open and releasing short, hot huffs that cause her bosom to heavily rise and fall.
>But the thing that draws your attention the most are her eyes that stare down at you with an emotion that you can only describe with one word.
>Hunger.
>Pure, carnal, ravenous, lust-drenched hunger.
>You are now the prey of an apex predator. One whose appetite has been aroused and whose cravings will be satisfied. There’s nowhere to hide. Nowhere to run. And, best of all, you did this to yourself.
>The sound that your lust-fired girlfriend makes as she can best be described as rolling thunder. Low and growling. Your body rumbling. She grips the base of her shirt and pulls it over her head, casting the soaked garment aside and giving you a full view of her naked torso.
>A fine, glistening sheen of sweat coats her body. Her voluptuous breasts bounce lightly with each aroused exhale she gives.
>She leans forward and places her hands on your chest, pushing you firmly down into the mattress. Her claws poke through your shirt and break skin just enough to draw pinpricks of blood.
>You’re not going anywhere.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:53:48 No.68355164 Report

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>>68355125
>“You…” Her voice is sultry and oozing with animalistic carnality. “You think you get to keep all the fun to yourself?” Tiffany begins to rock herself back and forth, grinding herself against your crotch. Her fingers press tightly against your chest; claws raking carefully against your skin and leaving thin red lines in their wake.
>She leans forward until her mouth is right next to your ear. She gives one more huff which tickles against your lobe before speaking in a rich, quiet tone. “Are you ready, my little alien?” She gives the gentlest of nips just beneath your ear. “Because I want you to show me why I’m the luckiest girl in the world. And I have you all…night…long.”
>All you can do is gulp and give a shaky nod.
>God you love her so much.

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Anonymous Sat 17 Aug 2024 21:56:21 No.68355233 Report

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>>68355164
Epilogue:
>The next morning, your head aches with a dull throb. Pinching your brow between your fingers, you try and massage the pain away but it doesn’t abate. You didn’t drink all that much last night, but you really wish you’d grabbed that glass of water.
>At least you aren’t as bad off as Tiff.
>You are currently sitting on the edge of the bathtub, holding back her hair as she releases the contents of her stomach into the toilet bowl. She’s been at it for a couple of minutes now, the consequences of a good time catching up to her with the rising of the sun.
>You rub her back comfortingly as she gives a final, dry heave and takes a deep breath.
>As you dispose of the bile by flushing it away, you hand your hungover girlfriend a cup of cold tap water and a couple of migraine pills.
>“You alright?” you ask as she pops the pills and downs the entire cup in a single, long swig.
>Tiffany takes a moment to catch her breath before giving you a weak thumbs up and nodding.
>“You think you can keep some breakfast down?”
>Your drained girlfriend takes a moment to evaluate herself before giving a shake of her head. “Coffee…” is all she manages to croak before shakily rising to her feet and trudging from the washroom.

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>You give the love of your life some privacy as she dresses herself. Shuffling past the bedroom and into the kitchen, you load the coffee machine, set it to strong, and wait for the liquid salvation to finish brewing.
>The rich, heavenly aroma fills the apartment quickly and you inhale deeply, allowing it to override the lingering smell of the night before.
>“Hey…”

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>>68355233
>You look over to the kitchen entrance where Tiffany is leaning against the wall. She’s wearing your shirt from the night before and a change of undergarments and nothing else. You take a moment to appreciate her shapely legs.
>She holds up her phone and gives you a cocky smile. “You turn this off last night?”
>You’re tired, your head hurts, and you wear stinging marks of passion written all across your body.
>But damn did you have a good time.

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