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[Neela Garcia]

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Neela hummed happily as she felt Tony’s arms wrapping around her, his hands trailing upwards from her stomach. She let out a happy sigh as they tickled across her ribs, only to growl when they stopped short of the place she really wanted them to go. Neela tried to squirm and shuffle her body downwards but the awkward position left her unable to do so, Tony’s hands tantalisingly out of reach. Neela had started this with the intention of teasing Tony for a bit and then drawing him back to the house but her plan had backfired on her, Tony giving as good as he had received had gotten her hot and bothered and all thoughts of going back to the house had fled her mind, though the other half of that equation was still present.

As if that wasn’t bad enough Tony had turn her earlier tactic against her and was rubbing himself against her. A small shudder ran up Neela’s body at the pleasant sensation but she didn’t allow herself to give in, propelled forwards by the sense of competitiveness that had taken her earlier. Tony’s own muzzle came down to nip and harry at her neck and Neela responded, rubbing her cheek against his head as she started to lick at the top of his muzzle, purposely flicking the soft, down like fur of her ears across his face.

Once again Neela tried to dip hr body lower and once again she couldn’t manage it, Tony’s hands unwavering in not reaching the place she wanted them to. ”Tease.” she growled softly, before huffing and turning her attention to other areas. Tony didn’t want to move his hands? Well two could play at that game. Neela disengaged her hand that had been stroking Tony’s neck and began to run it down the front of his chest and down onto his stomach. Just as Tony’s hands had stopped short of her breast her hand stopped short of his package, her claws lightly brushing its base as her hand rested against his stomach, but going to further.

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