Commission for a sabertooth sweetheart, BigCat.

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Kiwi’s bedroom is filled with the obscene sounds of thrusting and deep grunts as well as her own panting and moans of pleasure. She holds on tight, claws digging in for dear life, as she’s pounded into without mercy – just the way she likes it. The way that she needs right now.

When was the last time she was dicked down this good? Not that she holds score, but damn this feels good. The sabertooth is a wall of hard muscle and soft fur that presses Kiwi into the footboard of her bed, his arm wrapped around her back for support. She can tell that he’s getting close as his thrusts become erratic and deeper deeper DEEPER!

A low growl vibrates from his chest, sending pleasant shivers to all sorts of places on Kiwi’s body. That, in combination with the relentless pounding of his massive cock, is just enough to send her blissfully over the edge. Her eyes roll back, her body shakes, her soft velvety folds quiver and ache around his length.

He thrusts a few more times and then with a massive roar, Kiwi is suddenly being filled. So much, it’s too much for her small, tight cunt that it easily spills over, shooting strings all down her ass and tail. They just lie there and catch their breath for a moment.

Kiwi is the first to break the silence, with a nice and playful smile, “I guess you weren’t lying when you said you knew how to give a girl a good time.”

Big Cat rumbles with a chuckle, “I don’t have to lie when I can just prove it.”