Our clothes began to fall away in earnest; the silk assembling on the grass like spilled moonlight. Our tails swished and curled, brushing sensitive skin; fox ears flicked forward, attuned to every hitch in his breathing.
The tongues followed; Ayaka licking a slow stripe up his collarbone, with Yukari sucking gently at the spot beneath his ear, and Kuro tracing wet lines around his nipple until it pebbled under her mouth.
Sumire knelt, pressing soppy kisses along his stomach, with her tongue dipping into the shallow dip above his navel while her hand worked his cock in gentle and twisting strokes.
Aoi whimpered softly, licking at the base of his dick whenever Sumire's fingers gave her room.
"You taste marvelous, Ben-sama," she mumbled against him, voice small and reverent. "Like a home I don't want to lose just yet."
