Thick, wintery-pink liquid oozes across the stormcaller's asshole and pussy like gel. Vasha gasps, raking the rocks with her claws. "Cold! C-cold!"
You fix that up by smashing her asscheeks back together and shaking them up, watching the way her callipygean caramel cake quakes in your grasp. A song-like moan emanates fromfor Vasha's lips, and she shivers with delight. Her complaints about the chill are gone in an instant, replaced by heavy, wordless breathing — oh, she's looking forward to this, isn't she?
"F-f-fuuuuuck," Vasha groans, burying her face in her feathers. "Stop jiggling me like a toy and fuck me!"
