for most , if not any animal like being , ruth doesn't particularly care for their "heat" .
they have to be special . and rae .. is special . her neediness was cute .
she stepped over , removing the plush and picking rae up , a hefty creak as she lays down in the bed-
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she practically jumped out of her fur, but didn't move all too much in her predicament.
there rae was, pumping her hips against one of her stuffed animals, coating it in her slick.
her poor slit is so needy right now.
hope she wont mind ruth leaning down to get through her doorway , stepping over and looking down at her on the bed .
' i'd say you were hiding something from me , but i doubt it was intentional this time . '
she's just in her room, all of the blankets and pillows tossed off the edges of her bed.
her tongue is fully extended, face a flustered pink.
those pathetic whines are a dead giveaway she's already at work doing .. something.
something feels wrong this afternoon ...
the world feels stuffy, the air thick. her body feels sensitive to the touch, an unbearable warmth resonating out from her core.
it's the beginning of her heat.