“Take a good look,” she said to Mazrogal as she lifted off him, leaving his muzzle drenched in arousal. “Do I not seem ready, you bumbling buffoon?”

Her words barely registered to the stunned, awe-struck male, whose only response to her question was to roll his tongue along his muzzle in quick, desperate strokes to both clear his nostrils off her maddening scent and swallow as much of her honey as possible.

“Perhaps you need another close look.”

He only caught a glimpse of her sly smirk before he found the tip of his muzzle once again smothered by her passionate embrace. Without being given a proper chance to breathe, Mazrogal inhaled the strong, fragrant, humid smells of her gender instead, his knot turning so hard from the unbearable stimuli, that he shot a string of precum into the air.

“Careful there,” Zheradra said, her forepaw pressing his member forward, tilting it away from her. “Just bathed, remember?”

She playfully rocked against his muzzle, rubbing the smooth flesh coating the interior of her lips against his nostrils and twin muzzle horns, using them as a reference to decide how deep she wanted to invite Mazrogal into the core of her being.

Her pussy holding him prisoner in the most delightful and fascinating of ways, and with the delightfully smooth pads of her forepaw caressing his length, Mazrogal didn't expect to get so hard, to the point where his member actually ached. He began throbbing with renewed desire, her smell and taste a feast for his young, inexperienced mind in the ways of mating. Mazrogal began to shove his muzzle against her folds, his forceful pushes accompanied by terse brushes of his nose against her lips in an attempt to stimulate her to the best of his abilities.

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