If there was one bit of a curse Gavin had it was being far to naturally teasing. Even without thinking that pink tendril could strike out to antagonize sensitive parts of the body. Finding that goldilocks touch that pleased yet left only a growing hunger for more. Today it seemed one of those days and likely not the best timing when under the control of another. The fox before him would start slowly pressing back further yet kept that leash taught. Leaving him pinned up against that quite lovely backside, not the most terrible places to be stuck. Even if he had to start shifting positions, finding himself being pressed into laying down and quickly running out of room. Finding the headboard keeping from pressing back any further even as the body above continued to shift. Beak spread out as it was forced to keep wide, tongue slipping free of those folds grinding across a bridge before reaching a fleshy star. It was clear what was being demanded despite the lack of words. Teasing at that surface pressing firm yet not enough to be let inside. Another grind of those hips spreading his beak almost too much reminded him to not just play. Finally pressing inside her with that saliva slick form. Of course all this time he was rock hard and getting quite built up despite that throbbing red member left without a touch. Hands pinned underneath could only clench at the sheets there left to be a good pup and be patient. Focusing his attention on her murmurs and shudders from the only movement he could do to work her hungry for something larger to fill that tight tail hole. Gavin's lower beak was dull and already pressed further beneath and going so far as to use little head nods to play that hard form between her pussy lips.

All that attention seemed to make hunger win over patience finally, releasing that leash to move forward and make use of that now lubed ass. - turn to page 83
That attention just was not satisfying enough, time to turn over and make the pent up pup breed - turn to page 87