Translations:Codex: Leather Club/48/en

A switch might as well have been pressed; moisture runs down the inside of her thighs as her aural organs are given due attention. She whimpers and practically presses her body up against Joy, audience forgotten. She opens her vulpine muzzle wide and gets as much of her mouth around a rosey-red nipple as she can, tongue licking wildly. Her hands cup the underside of the titanic tit, squeezing and rubbing.