Her tongue is locked in a duel with his own. Arms draped around his shoulders, Solace moaned at the feeling of his paws striking her plump derriere. It's what she's made for. What she loves.~

Their tongues were messily swirling around between their lips as they were locked in such a passionate, messy kiss. The pent-up vulpine let out muffled groaning moans. Feeling solace' voluptuous breasts rubbing up against his chiseled chest, as his paws squeezed harder onto those fat bunny cheeks.