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--1

Tallulah was candid when it came to her love of sports. In a University of Michigan tee and with a bottle of beer in her hand, she howled and whooped at the television with the rest of the patrons. The occasion was a boxing match. On the screen, a very stout hyena squared off with a zebra near his size. Herself being a moose had Tallulah was pulling for the zebra on principle.

A younger and sharper voice nearby with a cackling hyena laugh rose above Tallulah. Cheering for the hyena on the TV was another hyena and Tallulah cracked a grin. She turned her head to see the obnoxious thing and teased, "Yappy carrion-eater alliance, eh?"

The hyena snapped her eyes on Tallulah. Her long brunette hair dragged over her shoulders and tumbled down. "Oh, oh, and what's this?" she irritably barked. "Canuck moose giving me a hard time?"

Tallulah laughed and dragged her chair over to the fiery hyena's table. "I ain't no canuck! Close enough though, yeah?" she said with an amicable tip of her bottle. Pushing forty and a common sight at any one of the local sports bars, Tallulah could read other fans with passable clairvoyance. She gleaned that the hyena was a casual fan at best. Either she was there to watch just the fight, or someone had dragged her along. She looked to be having fun either way.

"You're cheering for the zebra there?" the hyena asked. She flipped her little snout at the screen.

"Well, yeah," Tallulah said. After she wet her lips with beer, she grinned, "Sure not gonna cheer for a 'yeen!"

The hyena grinned back with a much more menacing show of teeth. "What's your name?" she asked through them.

"Why do you wanna know, yeah? You gonna look me up and kick my ass?" the moose laughed.

"Nah! I'd do it right here!" the hyena boasted. Although Tallulah was small for a moose at five-nine, the hyena was about average for her size and only a few inches past five feet. Tallulah figured she could take the spotty little thing. "I just wanna know 'cause you're the first person I've met who isn't a drunk old bag calling me a whore or some jock asshole trying to screw me," she sneered.

"Tallulah, Tallulah Elkins," the moose said with an offer of her big hand.

"Anna," the hyena replied, squeezing Tallulah's mitt with everything she had. Tallulah easily squeezed back and left the girl wincing.

Tallulah and Anna enjoyed the fight, whooping and fist pumping with the best blows. Anna was a sight more intense than her new moose friend, but Tallulah could be just as foul-mouthed for the right football game. She was there mostly to relax that night.

Anna whipped her head around and Tallulah caught it from the corner of her eye. She saw why: A handsome young fox-mix had his paw on her shoulder. Based on everything she knew about Anna so far, Tallulah expected bloody noses or bitten fingers. Instead she and the fox-thing shared a smooch. A rumble in Anna's chest came and she said, "Hey sweetie. What's up?"

"Just checking up on you," the fox said with a glance at Tallulah. "Making friends?" he smiled.

"Yeah, actually!" Anna beamed. "This is Tallulah. She's cheering for that fucking zebra! Tallulah, this is my guy, Desmond."

The moose shook the fox's paw with a patient smile and she gave him a better look. He had a raccoon's mask, some long pretty hair, a boytoy body and his name was Desmond, which Tallulah found suitably cute.

"I'll catch you later, I got a bet running on this fight. Figure we'll head home when someone gets knocked out, all right?" Desmond suggested.

Anna yawned hugely, as if on cue. "Sure, it's getting late anyway." They smooched again, and off Desmond went.

Though Tallulah was there to relax, the specifics of that were up for debate. A chubby tomboy moose had needs too, and a boytoy some ten years her minor was just the panacea she needed. "So Anna, yeah?" Tallulah remarked as the fight went on and the zebra's knuckles pounded the hyena's face dependably. "Are you a betting girl?"

"On fights? All the time! I'm broke, though," she sheepishly smiled. "Otherwise I'd totally bet! That 'yeen's gonna come out strong next round!"

Wearing a poker face, Tallulah said, "You're broke, eh? Shit, that's a problem!"

"Yeah! Desmond gets pissed at me for--, well, maybe I shouldn't talk behind his back," she said, starting boisterously but ending in a murmur. "Sorry."

"Well, hey," Tallulah said as she snaked a friendly arm around Anna's shoulders, "I got a finer idea than betting money." And so Tallulah frankly laid out her offer. Anna shook on it with her biggest grin yet.

About half an hour came and went. The hyena in the ring got himself steadily clubbed by the strong zebra and his once bouncy and fast steps were getting punch-drunk. The referee called a TKO when the spotty thing fell over after a punch barely even grazed his arm and that was that. Tallulah turned to Anna with a coy smile.

"Fuck!" Anna snapped. "Fuck knows when I'll get another chance to scissor a moose." Tallulah laughed sweetly.

Desmond walked up to Anna with an embarrassed smile. "I bet on the hyena like you said. I'm down fifty bucks."

"Now who sucks with money?" Anna puffed. It was everything Tallulah could do not to giggle at them. "Well, hey, look on the bright side."

Desmond blinked, not seeing one.

"I'll tell you what it is - you're coming home with me!" Tallulah announced.

--2

The morning sun peeked around the curtains and crept up Tallulah's naked and gently heaving bust. It shone on her face. She huffed and rolled onto her side.

Snuffed by Tallulah and feeling dejected, the sun's rays crept over Desmond a few minutes later. Unlike Tallulah, he stirred at the light and opened his eyes. An awful hangover thudded in his skull. He narrowly suppressed the urge to vomit. The reason he forced his stomach to settle was because when he sat up and looked at the jerseys pinned on the walls and the clothes strewn on the floor, he realized that he was in an unfamiliar place.

Hazy bits of his night were coming back to him in teasing glimpses. He turned his head to the side and took a good, long look at Tallulah's broad back and ass. A moose was a new one for him. He remembered meeting her and he knew it had something to do with Anna, but the name of the moose name was beyond him.

Desmond swiveled on his butt and put his feet on the floor. Fighting with his hangover, he bumbled naked through Tallulah's home until he found the bathroom. He did what came naturally to somebody so hung over. He did it several times, in fact, and quite violently too. Then he drank a great amount of water from the sink with a dixie cup.

Evidently Tallulah awoke at the sound of Desmond's retching. He heard her around the corner: "Ah, geez, what a hangover! Doesn't sound like you're too much better in there, yeah? There's some Pepto in the medicine cabinet."

Hearing that brusque and almost Canadian accent jogged Desmond's memory. He remembered her name and as he gingerly took some of the Pepto-Bismol he found, he remembered some of the night before.

--3

"Uhn, yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah," Tallulah droned as Desmond slobbered. He had such a big, wide tongue and so much silky hair for her to yank on. It was like holding the reigns on her very own pussy-eating machine and she abused that power to her delight. She hooked her legs around his back and held him in close, all but braying in pleasure while Desmond practically smothered in her cunt.

Her slick snatch was more than enough to keep Desmond's mouth wet but Tallulah often pulled him back by the hair and poured whatever liquor was handy into his gullet. It was dubious just how much of the stuff made it down his throat, for his fur was soaked with something and Tallulah was not quite that wet. It was all in good fun.

Drinks were being withheld, however, as Tallulah bucked against Desmond's taut young face. "Ooh yeah, work it in de-e-ep!" she groaned. Desmond's long, strong tongue was already as deep as it could go and slobbering lasciviously into the deepest reaches of Tallulah's box but it was never enough. Her fingers were tangled with blonde hairs ripped loose by her manhandling and her pussy was smeared with high-proof backwash but she kept demanding more. Desmond tried his very best to give her just that.

Desmond's grabby but soft paws were a far cry from Tallulah's strong fists. He reached up to her body and splayed his paws on her belly, which was still clothed. Tallulah didn't know or care if her gut was what he was actually after. She plopped down the booze bottle, yanked her hand out of his hair and grabbed both of his wrists. "Tits're up here, yeah?" she grinned as Desmond curled his fingers around them and groped through her emblazoned shirt.

Free of Tallulah's tyrannical grip on his hair, Desmond slobbered up out of her cunt and nuzzled above her mound with a huff. "Jesus, my head's spinning," he panted. "And my dick is sore in these pants."

"Then whip it out, why don't you?" Tallulah bluntly said. "And then bring it up here where I can get my hands on it!"

Desmond stood on shaky legs with a dirty grin on his face. Despite his inebriation, he deftly opened his fly and shoved his jeans down. He would have gotten his underwear down too but Tallulah lunged up from her lazy seat on the couch to steal the honors. She hooked her fingers in the waistband and tugged them down. Underneath was an adorable uncut cock which she grinned at the sight of.

"Not all that big, eh?" said Tallulah as she closed a hand around it. Her sudden and harsh pumps left Desmond huffing. "S'okay... You being so darn cute makes up for it." Tallulah fondly groped Desmond's round behind. There was something about the boytoys she loved, a trait she didn't see in the burly football players she rooted for. She thought Desmond looked like the kind of boy more at home with another man, not a fiery hyena like Anna or a tomboy like herself, but she wasn't arguing.

"Fuck, I love a handjob, did Anna tell you?" Desmond growled as he threaded his fingers through Tallulah's hair and rubbed her ears.

"Nah! Happy coincidence like that, ya'know?" she laughed. "Hmm, now tell me somethin'," she cooed to him as she yanked her shirt up. She revealed her thick tits and lack of a bra. "If I go ahead and just finish you up with a boring handy, we gotta spice that up somehow, yeah?"

"I agree," Desmond warmly sighed. "Harder, babe. Jerk me harder, yeah?" he said, self-consciously realizing the infectiousness of Tallulah's verbal tics.

Tallulah obliged with her smile in full sleaze. She yanked the boy down onto the couch, a position he took to with a yelp but no complaints. "Yeah, you're on the same page as me, I like that. So when you pop, I'm gonna make a real nice mess with it. And for fun and such, we're gonna have you lick it up, yeah?"

The foxcoon observed Tallulah with glazed eyes. She flopped onto her belly and snapped his meat up again. He crooned and reclined into the sofa and the moose ground her plush breasts against his thigh. Then a revealing shudder passed through his body and he murmured, "Sounds fun... Are all Canadian girls fun like you?"

It made Tallulah chuckle to be mistaken for Canadian. She never got sick of it for some reason. "Like I told your girlfriend, I'm no canuck! But if pretending I am one makes you hot, then think whatever you gotta." Desmond had a little laugh too but Tallulah tempered the conversation when she jerked his needful cock possessively. "Mmm, c'mon, little boytoy... Let's have us a sticky situation," she cooed to him.

Desmond huffed and grabbed the moose's round ass hungrily, dimpling the cheek with his fingers. He desperately announced that he was cumming and Tallulah tilted his cock toward her chest, never easing off the handjob. Naturally, his cum slopped all over her bust, leaving strands dangling off her coarse fur and pert nipples. It wasn't the most complete coating her tits had ever seen, but coming from a girly boy, it left Tallulah impressed.

"Yea-a-ah, that feelin' good? You like that, don'tcha?" Tallulah crooned to Desmond as her strokes slowed and so did Desmond's panting. "Look at what a mess you made, yeah?" she chuckled.

Once Tallulah unhanded his twitching cock, Desmond tossed his head back and sighed. Tallulah sat up and yanked her shirt up and off. Desmond tiredly leaned close and lapped his mess off of Tallulah's tits in many long slurps. The moose rumbled warmly and petted through his hair.

"Ya'know, you got a nicer butt than most boys, yeah?" said the moose with a smile on her snout. Desmond's lips just then closed around a nipple and he suckled it clean far longer than was necessary. Tallulah moaned and ruffled his hair. "Don't talk much when you're on the job, do you? That's a-okay with me," she laughed, then took a slug of whatever she had handy. It turned out to be whiskey and the burn made her shudder. "You're sucking my tits like you're thirsty, right? Well, open your mouth up," the moose grinned.

Desmond grinned back and opened his mouth wide. His tongue flopped out over his bottom jowl and Tallulah poured straight whiskey down his throat. She was very pleased and proud that the sissy boy didn't gag. But then, as she thought with a sleazy grin, foxes were very good at swallowing all kinds of things.

By the time his drink was through, Desmond's tongue burned and his muzzle was stained with the drink. Tallulah kissed him hard and sucked the booze off of his tongue before he managed to pry himself away. With his back against the couch and his cheeks flushed, Desmond bleated, "Fuck, I'm just about shitfaced."

Tallulah had another chug from the bottle and she commiserated with her own drunkenness, then pressed against him and stuffed her tits into his face. "I swear, but you're just so fookin' kyoot all drunk and horny," she grinned. "You can tell me the truth, are you like this with your Anna or is this all for me?"

"Maybe it's all for you," Desmond slyly answered. He started slopping his tongue over Tallulah's half-sticky tits for lewd effect, but he found a patch of whiskey in her coat and he started sucking on it.

After a moment to ponder, Tallulah laughed and bucked forward, cramming Desmond's snout into her cleavage. "I'm gonna tell her you're givin' it up just for me and she's gonna be so mad!" With every intent to make good on this betrayal, she started to reach for her phone despite not having Anna's number.

Desmond pried his muzzle out of Tallulah's tits and grappled with her ears. "Like hell you are!" he blurted. When Tallulah got hold of her phone, he smacked her broad ass.

"Ooh, damn," Tallulah hissed, and suddenly she was all business. She dropped her phone in the floor, pinned Desmond's back to the cushions and bumped noses with him. "Gonna spank me, is that it? Just 'cause I happen to have a round keister, you think you get to leave paw prints on it?" said the moose with a toothy grin.

The foxcoon was in that liquor twilight before his body had totally processed all of the whiskey it had taken on. With relatively clear speech but a devastated internal filter, Desmond growled to Tallulah, "Spank you? I'd rather fuck your big ass."

Tallulah and Desmond had a long stare down The moose wriggled her tail and Desmond clicked his teeth at her nose. Finally Tallulah bumbled off of the sofa and wound up enticingly bent-over, precariously close to Desmond's face. It was just the gander Desmond needed to cement his lust for that ass. He smacked a paw down on it and gave it a squeeze. Tallulah chose that moment to straighten out and she grabbed Desmond's wrist. After nearly tugging him onto the floor, she luridly cooed, "I got lube in the bedroom. C'mon if you figure you're man enough for this ass, yeah?"

--4

Desmond hugged his middle and politely declined the bacon and eggs Tallulah cooked for both of them. She had no trouble putting it all away herself.

"My gut feels like a Taco Bell kitchen. My skull's gonna fucking split in half. And I think my pelvis is bruised," he droned.

"Aw, quit complainin', yeah?" Tallulah said, pointing at Desmond with her fork. The sight of the eggs hanging off of it, blackened from cooking in bacon fat, was enough to make Desmond turn away and moan. "You were a hell of a good lay! Like goddamn, I'd love to have you sober! You didn't even whiskey-dick on me!" she effused.

"I didn't?" Desmond shyly asked. "Anna says I'm like a piece of cold spaghetti after a couple drinks."

The moose winked and grinned. "Maybe you just like the older women? Or you're a chubby chaser? Maybe both, yeah? Point is... If you weren't bein' a baby over your hangover, I think I'd have my legs apart for you again, ya'know?"

Desmond smirked. "Aren't you hung over too?"

Tallulah shrugged and made her naked tits bounce. "Eh, yeah, so? Little headache never hurt anyone. Getting the blood moving helps out, yeah?"

"Maybe for you," Desmond murmured as he put his head down on the table. "I don't even wanna think about sex right now."

"Fair enough," Tallulah shrugged again. "Gawd, I shouldn't be thinking about it either, but I didn't think you were ever gonna give my poor butthole a rest, yeah?"

More hazy, drunk memories from the nigh were coming back to Desmond.

--5

Tallulah started for the bedroom with the intent to hold Desmond up. It turned out that she wasn't doing much better and they mutually staggered together at shifting angles. Desmond had the misfortune of knocking his elbow on not one but two door frames. Tallulah harmlessly scuffed her hip on her way into the bedroom.

While Desmond negotiated out of what was left of his clothing, Tallulah belly flopped into bed and was briefly enticed by how soft it was. What stopped her from inviting Desmond to cuddle up and snooze was how the foxcoon clapped his sloppy paws down on her ass cheeks and made them jiggle. He squeezed down and dimpled her butt cheeks and Tallulah laughed. She wiggled free and scooted to the far edge of the bed. "Yeah, yeah, you're gettin' the ass, ain't ya just so excited?" she drawled as she rifled through her nightstand. She found the lube and tossed it back to him.

Like the sloppy drunk fuck he was, Desmond straddled Tallulah's thighs and ground his meat eagerly against her ass crack. The moose tried to glance back at him but the attempt made her head spin. "Ooh, gosh, I haven't chugged down the hard stuff like this in a while," she lamented. Immediately she felt the cold drizzle of lube in her ass crack. Desmond was generously slicking her up for the task ahead and while she appreciated that, the chill made her pucker tighten up. "I tell you, you're a bad influence, getting me all drunk like this, ya'know?"

"Yeah, ya'know?" Desmond sardonically parroted. He squirted the lube into his palm and messily smeared it all over his penis. "All I know," he said with a mild slur, "is that I'm about to fuck a milf in the butt."

"Milf?" Tallulah laughed. "Not me, never! Gosh, I'd be an awful mom, ya'know?" A second later she asked, "Hey, what's the holdup here? Ah gawd, you're not going whiskey dick, are you?"

"No, not at all," Desmond blurted. To prove the contrary, he draped himself over Tallulah and awkwardly wedged his cock between her thick ass cheeks. As his blunt tip rubbed against her pucker, he mused, "I was just kinda thinking about something, that's all... Man, where the hell is it?"

Tallulah was tempted to reach back and guide it in herself. "Y'keep rubbin' past it, just--, there it is, keep pushin' down," she sighed. Under Tallulah's guidance, he worked it in and the moose cringed in dull pain. Anal sex could be fun, but she mostly liked the kink of just doing something unusual. And if a cute boy like Desmond wanted anal, she was biased enough to bite her lip and muscle through it.

"I gotta twist Anna's ears to get her to hike up that tail of hers," Desmond remarked, pushing deep into Tallulah and swaying his tail in a long, lazy arc. "Maybe I oughta see if she'll pick up some of your habits, huh?"

In spite of cringing and huffing through her nostrils, Tallulah managed to snicker. "Yeah, maybe," she hummed, "but it could be an excuse to come on back sometime."

Slowly but firmly, Desmond's hips pressed flush to Tallulah's round ass. He shuddered at the feeling of such a tight ass gripping him. One paw supported him on the bed. Its twin squirmed under Tallulah and fondled her sticky tits. "I wouldn't mind coming back if you wouldn't mind having me," Desmond tried to slyly say. Instead he slurred it as if swallowing his tongue.

Tallulah laughed. "Tryin' to drown in your own drool, eh? Swallow more, fuck more and talk less, you silly drunk!" she chided with a rough buck backwards.

Desmond grunted and clapped his paws onto Tallulah's hips in surprise but he picked up the ball and staggered along with it. With disorganized bucks, he pounded Tallulah's jiggling rear and found himself moaning like the cute little lush he was. Both paws kept a solid grip on her hips and he cutely tried to pull her back against his thrusts, but Tallulah was feeling lazy. Instead of playing into his spurs, she nuzzled into her folded arms and often clenched for Desmond, sometimes involuntarily, but always with a little wince.

For Tallulah, the sound of Desmond grunting and growling was half the fun. Her being a tomboy with a great interest in football meant she could appreciate a man who could snarl and wear a war face in bed. She couldn't see his face and she didn't think he could look all that scary, but she imagined a good one for him and it left her grinning. "Ooh, yeah, lil' tough guy," she crooned to him. "You fuck that ass, dump your nuts in me, yeah?"

"Yeah," Desmond flatly repeated. His soft paws roamed up her back, defying the grain of her coat and halting at her shoulders. There he pushed down and exerted all of his weight. Tallulah was as flat as she could get on the bed but she arched her spine just to give the foxcoon the illusion of some strength over her. In doing so she pouted her ass back against his bucking, putting it at the perfect angle for deeper strokes.

"Jesus, I'm horny," Desmond blurted, to Tallulah's genuine amusement. "I feel like I'm gonna pass out, too..."

"Ah, you better finish up back there first, boyo!" Tallulah called in a very momish way. "C'mon, little foxboy, cum for me like I know you're dyin' for, yeah? No whiskey dick for you, handsome!"

"Ooh yeah, none of that," the twink gasped. He started to pant hard and his tongue flopped out of his mouth. Droplets of saliva fell unnoticed onto Tallulah's back. Every time he bottomed out she felt his balls smack against her wet twat, the lips and surrounding area of which were still all sticky with wasted liquor. If the position had been a little more friendly to a chubby woman like herself, Tallulah would've been knuckle-deep in herself. Instead, Desmond's buttfucking would just have to do the trick.

Every time Desmond smashed his hips into Tallulah's ass, he felt his whole body tense and quiver. "Uhn, goddammit," he bleated, giving her shoulders a tight squeeze. "Here it fucking--, god, here--," he stammered, shuddering. He fell onto Tallulah and buried his bone one last time. "Here it is," the twink managed to gasp right when she shot his load. Compared to what he left on the moose's tits, this was a small climax. Tallulah hardly felt the spunk inside of her but Desmond groaned warmly and nuzzled into her hair. He started to pepper her neck with smooches and awkward slurps.

"Mmf, good for you, ya little kyootie," she crooned, reaching back and palming Desmond's hip.

Desmond answered with a mumble. He was going slack on Tallulah. She needled him again in a sweet tone, but then she heard him snoring. With a shrug and a smirk, Tallulah decided it was a good time to get some rest for herself.

--6

Desmond sipped his coffee and took the ibuprofen Tallulah offered. He had his phone gingerly against his ear. Just as he was swallowing, Anna answered her phone and she greeted him in a groggy, but happy tone.

"Hey, babe," Desmond said. "Can you come pick me up? Uh, Tallulah's done with me."

Anna sniggered. "Can it wait a couple hours? I need to take a shower and wake up... And where does she live?"

Desmond told her he was fine with waiting. When he prodded Tallulah on her address, the moose just plucked the phone out of Desmond's paw and rattled it off to Anna. "Real stallion y'got here, ya'know?" the moose added. Desmond groaned and hid his face. "Gosh! I didn't think he was ever gonna tucker out, yeah?"

From the hyena came such a sharp little laugh that even Desmond heard it. "That doesn't sound like him! Maybe I should let you keep the little bastard."

"Ooh, with the kinda eater he is," Tallulah murmured as she squeezed Desmond's thigh, "I don't think I'd mind you leavin' him here."

"We-e-e-ll, I think I ought to pick him up... I kinda like having him around and he pays half the rent. We'll look into visitation rights, though," Anna said, certainly with a grin. "I'll be a while. Try to have him in his fucking clothes when I show up, okay?"

"Gonna have to be honest with you," Tallulah gravely said, giving Desmond's groin a squeeze now, "I can't make any promises, yeah?"

Anna just laughed and hung up. Tallulah dropped Desmond's phone on the table and forced herself on him in a kiss suddenly. Desmond squeaked and resisted but relented once Tallulah introduced her tongue to the mix. She dragged it all across his palate and the pricks from his teeth left her shuddering. Suddenly breaking off the kiss, Tallulah cooed, "One more go, cutie."

"My head's fucking pounding," Desmond moaned.

"So's your wiener from the feelin' of it," said Tallulah with a laugh. "My head's hurting too. I heard an orgasm's good for a hangover, makes blood vessels open up, releases endorphins, crap like that." She was already tugging Desmond up and out of the kitchen chair.

Clear as it was that Tallulah wasn't about to take no for an answer, Desmond feebly resisted even when she ushered him to the bedroom. She flopped back against the mattress and parted her strong legs wide. With two fingers, she bared the pink inner flesh of her cunt for him. "No eatin', no fingerin', just fuck me good and hard, cutie, yeah?" rumbled the moose.

"Shit," Desmond sighed, rubbing his forehead. "If I get sick," he said apologetically as he dropped his underpants, the only thing he had on, "it's not you, I swear."

As Desmond awkwardly mounted up and brushed his meat against her, Tallulah chuckled in reminiscence. "Aw, wouldn't be the first time, ya'know? Just don't think about gettin' sick, think about the pussy you're fuckin'! Yeah?"

"Yeah," Desmond chuckled. He glanced down to line up the entry, and he pressed in when he was sure he had it right. As he entered Tallulah, he shuddered and growled. Whether it was the effect Tallulah mentioned or the ibuprofen, Desmond did begin to feel a bit better. By then he unhanded his penis and leaned down over the moose whose rough hands petted through his hair and down his back. He brushed his lips on hers to instigate a kiss and she cemented it when she gripped the back of his head and slopped her tongue into his mouth.

Soberly and cautiously, Desmond pumped Tallulah with long, full strokes. He went in balls deep and stopped at the head of his shaft on the way out. Her smooth, damp walls gripped his meat and undoubtedly Tallulah savored his careful skill even if she was hoping more for that wild drunk fucking from last night. That was over, at least until she got Desmond drunk again, and it was a bit early even for a woman of her interests.

Even if Tallulah could tolerate and even enjoy Desmond's slow and thoughtful lovemaking, she couldn't take the fight out of herself. She bucked her thick hips back against his and unhanded his head just to squeeze his ass and force him in. She got her wish in that he started to go at it a little harder and faster. His growing lust was best shown when he suckled her tongue and slathered deep enough with his own to tickle her throat.

What did occur to the tomboy moose was just how passive she had been the night before. Handjob and instigation aside, Desmond had done all of the heavy lifting and that just wasn't the Tallulah Elkins way. With a little reluctance and a lot of loose saliva, she broke out of the kiss and nibbled Desmond's jawline with her flat teeth. "Ooh, yeah, sugar," she crooned, squeezing around Desmond's neck with both arms, "you're good... Real, real good." But then, most contrarily, she bucked her weight against the twink and flipped him onto his back, something he took with a shriek. She could see in his face that the start aggravated his hangover but she didn't waste time on apologies and niceties. She worried about what mattered by riding him hard.

"You let me fuckin' handle this now, yeah? You've done enough already, ya little prettyboy," she huffed to him. Seeing where his eyes fell made her grin. He was staring at her heaving bust. Instead of barking orders, she made a nonverbal suggestion when she grabbed his paws and set them on her breasts. He went right to work molesting their curves and tweaking the nipples.

Sunbeams cut into slats danced across Tallulah's sturdy body, washing out her colors but making her sweat gleam. She bit her lip and closed her eyes. She showed her pleasure by arching her back and pouting out her jugs for Desmond. Her pussy was already tight and she willfully clenched down to give her boytoy an extra spur. She closed her paws over his and said along with a demonstration, "Squeeze, cutie! I know you're good for it, you were so rough last night, yeah?"

"I'm so damn tired," Desmond sighed, "and I think I'm about to bust a nut..."

"Not before I get my rocks off," Tallulah warned. Intending to achieve just that, Tallulah hunkered down over Desmond, putting her breasts in his face. This time he didn't need any coaxing. He started kissing and biting on them. When he managed to pinch skin, the moose moaned and pushed in closer to smother him a little bit. When she pulled back, he had a big, stupid grin on his face and she mirrored it. "Close, gettin' close here," the moose crooned. "Suck on 'em, yeah?"

"Anything for you, honey," Desmond crooned, then closed his lips around a puffy nipple. He started to suckle and gnaw to which Tallulah moaned. By then she was violently slapping her big ass down against him, abusing her cunt more for her own pleasure than his.

The moose gripped the sheets on either side of Desmond and balled them up in her strong hands. She was mashing her ass down against his hips so hard that his pelvis ached but his toes curled and his cheeks were hot red. "Ooh yeah! Yeah, yeah, yeah!" Tallulah brayed, screaming like the rowdy tomboy she was and riding like the slut she wanted to be. Her pussy was profusely wet and her honey ran down Desmond's length. Her snug pink walls gripped him but quivered along his penis and the pleasure Tallulah told her that she was finally about to climax.

Desmond broke off the suckling to cry out, leaving Tallulah's brown nipple reddened and sore. "Shit, I'm fucking there," he grunted through clenched teeth. He listened with splayed ears as Tallulah yowled with an identical sentiment, and then Desmond shot his load.

Tallulah knew Desmond was incompatible but the feeling of being seeded was of great satisfaction to her. As her orgasm first struck, she kept up her bouncing but much more tightly. Desmond's cum spilled out of her and tailing it was her own dense honey which made a sticky, musky mess out of their loins. As she bounced, Tallulah purposefully shoved her tits into Desmond's face, his muzzle disappearing into the bottomless cleavage. She groaned into his splayed ears, "Ooh yeah, yeah, you're sure as hell gonna be coming back to see me..."