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Emmy sat patiently in her seat with her furry arms folded, the plump curve of her pencil-skirt-covered butt filling in her chair. Her average breasts felt swollen and sensitive as they rested above her plump, soft belly. Her well-groomed black and brown fur and pristine office wear made her stand out in the seedy lobby of a hookup service called NexGen. She thought she still looked pretty good even without keeping up with a diet, with well-practiced use of makeup and regular trips to groom her fur to ensure that it was luscious, thick, and soft. She was a pure German Shepherd who embodied maturity and refinement, aged like a fine wine… and utterly fucking desperate for relief. Pride and confidence faltered when her green eyes glanced nervously at the others in the room, a dozen seats filled with younger, prettier girls with slimmer waists, fewer wrinkles, and much skimpier clothes.

A few gossiped in hushed tones, occasionally glancing in her direction. She knew those looks… Sneering and jeering as they laughed at her expense, she picked up her cream-colored purse, placed it in her lap to hide the thickness of her belly, and looked away. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and a cold sting poked at her heart. It hurt, knowing she wasn’t what most young males were looking for in a girl… but every time she told herself that this wasn’t worth the humiliation, her body refused to move, keeping her big fluffy butt firmly planted in her seat.

The canine’s ears snapped up when a receptionist opened a black door from the other side and peered into the lobby. The floppy golden ears of the retriever hung loosely at either side of her head, teeth lightly bared in an ever-present smile. Evidence of her round, pregnant belly could just barely be seen around the door as she scanned the room. "Sandra Voti? Your match is ready!" She cheerfully said, opening the door wide as a very short vixen wearing fishnet stockings and a crop-top t-shirt hopped out of her chair and excitedly passed into the next room. Emmy felt jealousy and frustration gripping her as she groaned quietly to herself. The anticipation of today had her more than just ‘out of sorts.’ From the moment she woke this morning and throughout the workday, the lightest touch or graze sent her heart thumping and her loins ablaze. That nagging, needy sensation tore focus away from her job, her clothes felt too tight, and surges of lust made her pant like a feral beast. It was dominating her day-to-day!

Normally, her heat wouldn't be so intense. Not since years ago, at least. It was as if her body knew exactly where she was and what she planned to do. Perhaps it was just pheromones leaking in from beyond the ominous black door… What did it matter? Emmy was tired of looking at puppy pictures and watching her younger coworkers happily grow rounder by the day. Emmy knew she was on borrowed time, having focused completely on her career while her best years passed her by without the joys of motherhood. Now, she had no need for funds and little to no desire for a life partner, yet she yearned for pups of her own.

She knew guys wouldn't be lining up for her compared to younger women, but when a friend she worked with gave NexGen a glowing recommendation, she remembered it during one of her private sessions at home. In the heat of passion and subdued inhibitions, her legs shook as she popped her favorite knotted toy in and out of her steaming hot snatch with one hand while the other fiddled away at her phone. Before she knew it she was signed up for the “NexGen Platinum Breeding Service” and there was a solid dent in her bank account. She didn't even know the name of the match she'd picked or what he looked like, only that he was one of the highest-rated in the program and had a 100% successful breeding rate, hence the exorbitant price tag. All she remembered in her lust-filled haze was a flash of red… So maybe a fox? Foxes are pretty cute, even though they're usually pretty small compared to a larger canine like herself. Emmy started to salivate as she imagined what this fox match of hers might look like.

The ominous black doors swung open as the slutty vixen from earlier walked with a musclebound shark twice her size. She looked pretty nervous as he guided her out of the building with an arm around her shoulder, but that smile on her face never wavered. A heartbeat later, the perky retriever peeked around the door again and locked eyes with the mature canine. “Emmy Wilkins?” she announced, and Emmy’s ears went flush with her head as she practically jumped out of her seat. The retriever smiled pleasantly as the older canine pawed through the doorway, then sat at a small desk and pushed a few papers toward her. “Thank you for signing up for our Platinum Breeding Service! Uhh… Normally I’d give you a complimentary pregnancy test, but…” The canine paused for a moment, stifling an ominous giggle. "Let’s just say this particular match has a perfect record. You are ssoooo lucky! I tried to butt my way into the schedule a while back, but there was just no chance with how many people are looking for prime breeding material, you know? But it’s okay, I ended up pairing with a cute Husky instead.” Emmy blushed at the retriever’s candid declaration, zoning out a little as the long-winded clerk jabbered on about a hung male and knotting and getting fucking pounded. She snapped back to the present right after she heard something about terms and conditions. “Oki-doki! Your match is waiting inside at table 13. Have fun,” the bubbly female concluded with a wink and wiggled her fingers goodbye. Emmy didn’t consider herself superstitious, but number 13 on her first attempt was an ill omen if she’d ever seen one. Still, she took a deep breath to fail miserably at calming her thundering heart, pulled the doors open, and stepped inside.

Emmy cautiously glanced around the room, clutching her purse and nervously fiddling with a zipper as she stepped forward. The room's centerpiece was a scattering of small round tables with 2 chairs each, about half of which were filled with pairs of hopeful matches. To the left Emmy’s sensitive ears could just barely hear the pounding bass of large speakers on the other side of the wall, and multi-colored lights leaking from beneath the double doors. Opposite that and to the right was a well-stocked bar with a few people chatting as they leaned on the stained wood, and at the far side of the room was a long hallway lined with doors on either side. Her brows shot up with surprise when she saw two felines groping and tonguing just as they slipped into a room. Her throat was suddenly dry, her grip tightening to her purse as her body protested the fact that it wasn’t her currently being pinned against a door. She shook the sensation out of her head and scanned for her table, huffing through her nostrils and wondering just what she was getting herself into.

She waded through the tables, just far enough apart that she could squeeze between them without disturbing anyone. That patience was short-lived, however, when she found the small triangular stand numbered ‘13’ atop a table near the center. A tall red dragoness sat at one seat with her back to Emmy, brainlessly flicking away at her smartphone. She was freakishly tall, her black horns sweeping back from her head and curling slightly upward, bringing her height to Emmy’s shoulder while sitting. Her long, wavy, dark red hair shined in the low light, with her bangs swept to one side, carelessly shrouding one eye. The canine stomped over, her lips pursing as she looked her over. If it weren’t for her horrendously lazy outerwear, the dragoness could be considered rather beautiful. She had plain grey sweatpants loosely covering her long legs and a badly fitting t-shirt that only held onto one shoulder, a thin black bra strap plainly visible and straining to support the massive swells on the dragoness’ chest. Jealousy burned on Emmy’s cheeks as she saw those enormous mounds, so large that the dragoness had actually dipped her head down and buried the tip of her snout between the cleavage of her breasts to keep her nose warm and get a closer look at her phone screen. She’d seen the same thing before with other well-endowed females, or ones with lots of chest fluff, but not something she could do effectively herself. The soft, cream-colored belly scales stretched from the dragoness’ chin to the underside of her tail, a stark contrast from the wine-like color of the rest of her scales.

Emmy cleared her throat before speaking up, her fuzzy lips locked in a frown. "Excuse me, miss?” The dragoness’ eye flicked over to meet Emmy’s gaze, her piercing topaz eyes backed by black sclera. She straightened her back and pulled her snout out from between her boobs, a long red tongue flicking out to collect a bit of clear drool from her chin before she snapped it back into her mouth.

“Yeah?” Her voice sounded almost dismissive; as if whatever Emmy was about to say could only result in a massive eye-roll. There was also something… strange about the scent on her breath. Something earthy and pungent, but not exactly unpleasant. A twitch of her nose confirmed her suspicions as the unmistakable smell of ragingly-horny male coursed through her veins and made her body shiver. The dragoness had enough cock-odor on her breath that she’d probably been sucking off guys all day long. Emmy’s eyes narrowed and her fur bristled, fighting the tingling that danced all over her body. "I'm sorry, but I think you have my seat. I was assigned number 13," she politely, but sternly said, gesturing at the plastic stand at the center of the table.

Her brow furrowed deeply with what looked like confusion before she tore her gaze away and returned to her phone. After a few quick taps and swipes, she stared at the screen for a second before a puff came out her nostrils and she tilted her phone for Emmy to see. “Table 13,” She said flatly. Emmy leaned closer and sure enough, she was at the right table. The top even read out Emmy’s full name and program choice. Her back straightened as steam nearly shot from her nostrils. She came here and spent a huge amount of money to get her baby factory started and the useless app matches her with a fucking GIRL!! “Are you gonna sit down, or what?” The dragoness blurted, her voice laced with annoyance.

Emmy damn near snarled at the girl. “This is obviously a mistake! How did I get matched with you?!” She growled, her voice laced with venom.

“What the f-, you picked me!” she rebutted, her teeth gritting as she got defensive. Her eyes grew steadily more fierce as the flustered canine continued her ravings.

Emmy reeled in disbelief. “That can’t be possible! There… there has to be a manager I can talk to or something to get this sorted out,” she said, looking around for some kind of telltale sign or someone wearing a uniform or something.

“A manager, are you fucking serious?” The dragoness groaned, slapping a palm to her head and dragging it down her face.

“I don’t need any sass from you! Just tell me how to get this figured out so I can find my actual partner!” She shouted, heads starting to turn and watch them as the argument grew. Her claws were digging into her purse and her jaw was clenched. Even with the dragoness glaring daggers back at her she stared right back. The frustration and anger felt like it was boiling up from deep within, her body throwing her into a fury for not getting what she needed.

“Ugh, enough with this shit,” the dragoness growled, pushing her seat back and standing to her full, towering height. Emmy had to crane her neck to keep glaring her in the eyes since her head sat at about tit height on the dragoness. The last thing she expected was for a red-scaled hand to shove her roughly into her seat.

“Ow! Why’d you-” She didn’t get to finish the sentence as the dragoness gripped the hem of her loose-fitting shirt and yanked it over her head. Emmy’s jaw dropped in shock as the shirt slipped over the dragoness’ expansive boobs, releasing the dark red, ribbed, knotted, extremely thick, equine-shaped cock from between her tits. The enormous shaft fell forward, the blunt, pre-soaked flare bouncing off Emmy’s sensitive nose with a solid ‘thump’, then falling half-erect to rest in the valley between her breasts.

Emmy had heard of ‘cock shock’ before, but never truly understood it until now. The scent was like gasoline on a fire, blasting her senses with pure musk and pheromones that left her heat-addled brain scrambled and her eyes watering. The needy canine locked onto that half erected cock, huffing as she tried to brush the pre off her nose. Her face was flushed bright red while the dragoness stripped the rest of her clothes off, staring at the answer to her heat as it sat supported by a pair of breeder balls more comparable to the size of Emmy’s head than some stupid fruit.

“Yeah, now you get it,” The dragoness sneered and clenched, her huge balls jumping and her cock bouncing as it started to stiffen. “I’ve got about 45 minutes, so let’s fucking start already.”

Emmy tried to resist as the dragoness put a hand on her head and pulled her nose closer, she really did. But as her nose caught a whiff of the powerful masculine scent, it pulled her right into the valley of musky flesh between her huge orbs, and she flinched as the dragoness dropped her growing erection right on Emmy’s face. The things she’d overlooked were suddenly vivid in her mind; the feminine curve of the hips this dick was attached to, her snout buried in her boobs as she sucked herself off while she waited for Emmy to show, and the fact that Emmy just hadn’t been paying attention enough to notice the fat bulge in her pants.

Had she known that dick belonged to an arrogant, annoying college-age girl, she never would’ve picked her. Now that she was nose-deep in her cum tanks, sloshing with baby batter, there was no way her body was about to let her just let the opportunity pass by. Her eyes dilated as she huffed the scent and scooped those soft orbs, her wide tongue flopping out to lap at them and the edge of her sheath. The taste was fucking perfect, a little bitter, a little earthy, kinda salty… and just perfect, somehow.

The room suddenly spun as the dragoness manhandled her, the fog lifting from her thoughts. She breathlessly moaned as her lower lips were spread wide by the thick fleshy tube getting stuffed between her thighs. The dragoness’ enormous tits squished against her back and her hips molded to the curve of her ass cheeks. She had a chance to come back to her senses, finding herself slightly bent over the table with something big and fleshy stuffed between her thighs and her skirt bunched up above her wide hips. Her breath hitched when the triangle-shaped spines on top of that tumescent shaft flicked against her clit as the breeder sawed it back and forth, teasing hot juices from the heat-drunk canine. She reached down and curled her fingers around the huge dick, just barely touching her fingers together when she used both hands. It throbbed in her grip as the dragoness pushed and pulled, grinding against her soaked cunt and making her shiver. A huge bulb of hot flesh stuffed itself between her asscheeks as the dragoness pressed her pelvis against the canine’s expansive butt, and Emmy saw the fat flare of her cock reach to the middle of the table and knock over the little number stand before a particularly powerful throb coated it with pre.

“O-Oh my god…” A voice made Emmy’s head snap to the table next to them, meeting the green eyes of a young red panda more red-faced than she thought possible, with her hands clasped over her gaping mouth.

“Holy shit, Michaela... This again?” Across from the panda was a thin Arctic fox, his frosty blue eyes locked on the dragoness’ huge dick as it was thrust across the table.

“Ugh!” She cried out as shocks of jolting pain suddenly burst all around her scalp as a hand gripped Emmy’s hair and shoved her chin flat down onto the table, forcing her to bend over. The number stand clattered across the floor and Emmy could hear and feel the table creaking under their weight. Her legs stretched out as far as they could, the very tips of her paws just barely touching the ground.

“Excuse me, girls. This bitch is burning up her hour complaining.” A growl crept from the back of her throat in protest of the insult, and she pressed against the table to try and stand up. Instead, she yelped as Michaela shoved her head firmly against the table. “Stay.” She hissed into her ear, her sharp claws digging into the back of her head. Any resistance she was about to put up immediately vanished the moment she felt the huge flare of that fat cock dragged up and down against her soaked pussy. She whined and her body flagged her tail obediently, almost involuntarily. A part of her screamed to push harder, to get out of this shockingly embarrassing situation… but her body tingled with delight at the claws firmly gripping the scruff of her neck. “Good girl.”

Her breath quickly turned to grunts and gasps as her body failed to stretch for such a massive intrusion. The head slipped down, a quiet yip escaping her lips as it flicked hard against her clit. “I-it’s too big,” she whimpered as the dragoness lined up again and pressed the battering ram of a cock against her unyielding entrance.

“Do I need to muzzle you?” the dragoness growled, her claws digging into Emmy’s shoulder to hold her steady as her hips drove forward. The canine put a white-knuckled grip on the table's edge while her pussy lips strained and stretched, panting as her nethers started to burn. Her body clenched as she felt the bumps around her huge flare touch her splayed lips, slick with pre and her own juices. Emmy let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding when the dragoness slightly eased off the pressure, just enough that it didn’t ache as much as before. She didn’t have time to catch her breath before those red-scaled hips shunted forward.

There was an audible squelch as the flare finally slipped inside, and Emmy gasped in shock. Her whole pussy was lit on fire, lips stretched so wide they’d turned white like someone had shoved a wine bottle in her pussy. She sucked in air until her lungs couldn’t take any more, just laying there breathlessly bent over a table with stars in her eyes and her back arched. When she finally managed to let her breath go, what came out instead was a shuddering, desperate moan that made her ears pull back in shame.

The dragoness didn’t give her a moment to recover or adjust. Only a couple of inches managed to slip in before Emmy’s clenching cunt halted her progress. A firm hand gripped the base of Emmy’s tail and with a sharp tug, that huge dick forced its way deeper. Every few inches another ridge would snag on her stretched pussy before slipping inside. *1… 2… 3… 4…* times Emmy shivered as each ridge slipped its way in. They were like rings of pleasure, gently teasing at her walls until finally, the flare met resistance. A dull prodding against her deepest point zipped up her spine like lightning. Emmy had never felt so full in her life, utterly stuffed with more cock than she’d ever thought possible. “Tsch. With how much of a stick you have up your ass, I thought you’d fit more than half,” the voice behind her said, as if bored.

Emmy’s body shook like a leaf as she craned to look back at her would-be breeder. There were still a few inches to go before the medial ring, and behind that… The huge bulb menacingly throbbed, striking her with a frightening mix of emotions. Fear, excitement, shock… It didn’t matter; the heat-driven voice in her head demanded that she take that huge knot before the night was out. Her pussy clenched as the dragoness slowly pulled her hips back, and the ridges and spines tugged on her walls hard enough that it felt like her pussy was coming out along with it before slipping back where it belonged.

She moaned like a whore as that perfectly textured cock teased every sensitive spot she had, sending tingles through her deepest places. The sense of emptiness left behind by the vacating cock was not long-lived, that huge dick prodding her cervix again with a steady thrust of the dragoness’ hips. Emmy’s back arched and she grunted from the strain with every thrust, her ears flicking back to hug the sides of her head every time the blunt head mashed against the entrance to her womb.

A firm grip on her hair yanked her head back, and she grunted against the pain. Her eyes were forced up toward the ceiling, her jaw going slack as the dragoness set into a steady pace with deep, long strokes. She pulled back until the fat flare tugged at Emmy’s pussy, then plunged forward until she couldn’t take another inch. Every time her tip met the spongy entrance to her womb, the dragoness would pull hard on her hips and hair to drive it even harder against her cervix, making her teeth clench and her face scrunch with discomfort.

Even with the mild pain, Emmy’s body was in heaven. The sheer girth of that huge cock gave the dozens of tiny nubs and ridges so much more pressure to touch and tease every sensitive spot she had. With every punch of her breeder’s cock the breath was shoved out of her lungs in a heaving, pleasured groan. Every pull made her gasp and clench, her pussy quivering as it tried to keep that perfect cock inside of her.

It only took a few minutes for Emmy to reach her first climax, a sloppy slurry of pre and pussy juice gushing from between her walls and the invading cock. The piston in her pussy never even slowed, fucking steadily right through her climax, spittle flying through her clenched teeth as the lights on the ceiling turned to stars and she squealed in the middle of the dining room.

When she finally came down, something deep inside her gave way. A loud yelp echoed in the room as her belly bulged, the flare wrenching open the tight ring of her cervix and cramming every inch of her womb with thick dragon cock. For the first time, the dragoness’ pelvis met her round cheeks, the ample flesh rippling and jiggling from the force. The huge breeder balls smacked against the back of her thighs, radiating with heat and sloshing with thick cum. The dragoness paused for a moment, breathing somewhat heavier than when she’d started. “Feel that?” She said, grinding her knot against the stretched-white lips of Emmy’s pussy. “That’s me fucking your womb.” The canine’s legs were trembling and her breath came out in short, heavy pants. She felt goosebumps on her arms and legs and her fur was bristling.

The hand holding her hair let go, and she looked down at the uncomfortably full sensation in her gut. She could see the outline of the thick cock bulging out her belly, the noticeable ridge of the flare sitting just above her belly button. She placed a hand over it, in disbelief and shock.

Sharp claws pinched her skin as the dragoness tightly gripped her waist and started jackhammering her huge cock as deep as she could. There was no way for Emmy to keep her voice under control as her pussy was hollowed out by the huge dragon, the huge flare slamming the top of her womb over and over like a battering ram, bulging her gut with every thrust. There was a twinge of pain in her belly, but the spongy spines and ridges raking against her walls drowned out any discomfort with overwhelming pleasure. She pulled on the table edge and slid her body forward, trying to pull away and get some kind of control, but the dragoness just yanked her back and started fucking harder.

Her arms gave way and her head thumped on the table, her legs kicking and stretching while her claws scraped the ground as she tried desperately to get a grip. Her breath was all choked grunts as her pussy took the railing of a lifetime, her eyes getting a great look at the back of her eyelids as she shook in orgasm over and over again. The dragoness was like a breeding machine, never tiring, never slowing, her heavy breeding orbs swinging forward and slapping against her clit with every powerful thrust. She didn’t know how long the dragoness fucked her, writhing in overstimulating pleasure until her legs hung limply and a small puddle of drool soaked her cheek. The dragoness’ breaths were short and heavy, her cock throbbing with a steady rhythm. She finally stopped her thrusting, choosing instead to grind her huge knot hard against Emmy’s stretched pussy. Despite all that, her body still strained and resisted. The dragoness huffed and growled through her teeth, pushing as hard as she could to no avail.

She scooped her arms under Emmy’s shoulders and lifted her up while her tail found a chair. She rolled back, falling into the seat with Emmy in her lap. A whine escaped her throat as the dragon’s knees spread her legs and her full weight pressed her down on that knot. Her pussy was wrenched open, sliding down a quarter of the way before it came to a stop. Not about to be denied, the dragoness locked her fingers behind Emmy’s neck, forcing her to look down and watch her pussy slip over the halfway point. Her muscles flexed, spreading her pussy wider until her eyes rolled back and her tongue spilled out of her mouth. With a sharp tug downward the rest of the thick bulb slipped inside with an audible slurp. The sudden stretch set off every nerve in her pussy, her body quivering as her breath went from heavy grunting to hyperventilating. She trembled on that knot, her body trying desperately to milk the breeder’s cock for every ounce of cum those balls could hold.

“That’s it… cum hard on that knot,” The dragoness huffed and moaned in her ear, her flare and knot swelling with every throb of her cock. She tightened her nethers, edging herself to build up as much thick spunk as she could. She buried her nose into Emmy's neck, groaning as she squeezed the smaller woman tight against her body. The flare swelled along with her knot, stretching her womb and locking them both tightly in place. Emmy felt those huge balls rise between her thighs, the huffing in her ear growing into a feral groan as her breeding nuts churned at the cusp of release. All along the thick shaft, the spines and ridges flared too, pressing harder into the tight sleeve they already struggled to cram into. The grinding of her knot directly on Emmy’s g-spot, and the dozens of textured ridges and nubs sent the soon-to-be mother into a teeth-gritting, thrashing frenzy. The dragoness’ unique cock did its job perfectly, her tiny movements keeping the needy canine kicking and squealing, weakly quivering on that knot as her body grew more and more exhausted. Emmy’s hands were grabbed and placed on her belly, making her feel the tube of flesh stretching her body pulse from inside, and then the overflowing breeder’s cum tanks spilled open.

Michaela was still holding back when a lance of hot cream shot down the length of her cock and sprayed the inner walls of Emmy’s womb. That single shot was more than average for anyone else she could have asked for, more than enough to get what she wanted. But Michaela wasn’t here for ‘enough’. Just as the second throb threw another cup of cum against the inner walls of her womb, the dragoness stopped moving, and let go. When her nuts clenched, the cum vein on the bottom of her cock stretched from within, bulging against Emmy’s pussy and pissing out thick cum like an overpressured firehose. Half a dozen massive loads fired off in just the first few seconds, filling and then overflowing the canine’s fertile womb with potent babymaking cream. The sheer force of the dragoness’ cum jetting against her walls dimpled her belly from within, her shirt beginning to strain against her swelling gut as it grew more round.

Emmy’s ears twitched at the sound of billions- no, trillions of wiggling sperm seeking out every single egg drawn out by the dragon’s relentless fucking. The rhythmic schlurch-schlurch-schlurch and gurgle within her rapidly swelling womb. The buttons on her blouse strained and fought to keep together, making her belly feel tight until, with a soft pop, her fuzzy belly burst free and a pair of buttons clattered across the floor. With her breath heaving and her tongue hanging loosely from her lips, Emmy held her hands against her steadily growing belly. Her eyes were locked on the little bump that disappeared and reappeared with the throbbing of Michaela's dick. She dumbly grinned, leaning back into the dragoness and letting her head fade and fuzz.

Michaela's orgasm finally tapered down just as cum started to leak around the seal of her knot. By then, the canine’s belly had grown well beyond that of a full-term pregnancy, a churning, squishy beach ball. She leaned back in the creaking chair, satisfied for now. "There you go, bitch. Let’s see if you get ‘world’s biggest litter’ with a load like that.” The canine didn’t respond, spittle dribbling from her wide tongue and panting with exhaustion as she stared blissfully at the ceiling.

The dragoness chuckled and leaned back in her chair, wiggling her hips to get more comfortable. She reached down and grabbed the thoroughly bred canine’s purse, quickly fishing through the pockets until she found her phone. She held it up to the blissed-out pup’s face, grinning when she heard the click as it unlocked. A few quick taps later she came to the NexGen app, pressed the button labeled ‘finished’ with a couple of hearts on it, and quickly blasted through the exit survey. She smirked as she came to her profile picture, a low-angled selfie of her substantial endowments, and rated herself 5 stars like she had dozens of times before.

She put the phone back in its pocket, dropped the purse on the table, and pulled her phone from her discarded sweatpants. Twenty minutes was cutting it pretty close, but she’d manage to tug her knot out in time for the next match. She held it at arm's distance, snapping a few selfies of her and the drooling mother, huge cum-filled belly and all. With a quick glance to the right and left, she took a few more pics of the orgy now raging around her. The red panda and fox next to her were going at it like ferals, her bare hips grinding as they both moaned as quietly as they could manage. Michaela smirked and leaned back into her seat.

“I fucking love this job.”