"I love ham sandwiches!" Foxy exclaims before taking another bite.
She sits on the end of the bed, her high-heels dangling from her toes. Rabsy nibbles on a carrot as his rabbit feet play with Foxy's bushy tail.
Foxy takes the last bite of her sandwich, then wipes off the crumbs with a napkin. She leans back, and brushes her red-orange hair from her face, her smooth, apricot lips smiling as she sets her head on Rabsy's lap.
She loves the feeling of his fur on her smooth skin, it tickles her cheeks and makes her giggle. As Rabsy holds the carrot in his mouth, he moves forward and climbs up on top of Foxy, unbuttoning her business jacket as he goes.
"Rabsy," Foxy scolds half-seriously, "we did so much this morning, do you really want to go at it again so soon?"
"When work isn't movin' I like to get groovin'," Rabsy rhymes. "And when I've got a lovely lady like you, there ain't much else I want to do."
He undoes the last of her jacket's buttons, and opens it up to reveal her crisp, white work shirt, with even more buttons. He works to get that off, his little paw-hands undoing the top two buttons without hesitation. He soon has the whole thing un-buttoned, and pulls that off of Foxy, revealing a lacey little bra that fits skin tight to her bare bosoms.
Foxy is a foxgirl in the most basic physical sense: she has a fox tail and matching ears, nothing more. Rabsy likes that because he loves smooth skin and how it feels to the pads on his paw-hands.
With a quick movement of his hands, Foxy's bra is gone and her bosoms are fully exposed, a nice perky point to them. Rabsy takes one in each paw-hand and suckles on them like a newborn.
Foxy embraces Rabsy, pushing his head further into her chest. She starts to remove her business skirt as Rabsy uses his tongue to tease her k'nipkorfs. She does her best to wiggle out of the skirt as the pleasure surges from her chest. She manages to get it to her ankles when Rabsy sits up on top of her and pulls out his zipklor.
Rabsy climbs on top of her head, and initiates with her mouth. He thrusts rapidly inside, it sliding all over her tongue.
Foxy rolls over, so that she won't have Rabsy forcing himself down on her. She manages to slip the skirt all the way off now, and beings working on her panties.
Rabsy puts his paw-hands on the back of her head as he continues to thrust, and he gives in to the sensation as Foxy gives in to the delicious flavor. She begins to drool all over it, her saliva becoming a natural lubricant, allowing Rabsy to thrust faster.
Foxy begins to drool so much that it drips off her chin on to the bed, and it coats Rabsy's zipklor down to the base. Then suddenly, Rabsy stops, and withdraws from Foxy's mouth.
"Rabsy, what's wrong?" Foxy manages to say with all the drool in her mouth.
Without answering, Rabsy moves to Foxy's other end, and smooths his paw-hands all over Foxy's thighs and hips, kissing the base of her bushy fox tail.
"I understand," Foxy purrs as she arches her back more and raises her hips up.
Rabsy initiates, and thrusts inside her zerbnif as enthusiastically as he always does. Foxy drools as much now as she did as when it was in her mouth, and little panting moans are released with each thrust from Rabsy's hips.
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