That damn fox seemed far too patient even after using his skilled tongue deep in those folds. Drawing away and making use of the leash to draw him away from the bed and where he hoped would lead. Instead soft touches would play against his fur further making it hard to tell her plan before firm pressure put him off balance. Finding his butt land first on a chair and vision filled with that lovely bust. Playfully leaning forward to get a nip at one of those bare tips before being tugged back by the collar. Finally behaving as they slipped behind leaving him facing an empty room with a throbbing member. The click of the leash leaving his neck would draw a glance but not a breath passed before arms were tugged behind. That strip of leather wrapped around his forearms and wrists leaving him trapped there in the seat. When he offered up that collar earlier it gave in his control to predict what was next. At the least the worry that bloomed about being left there would pass as they moved back to his front. Once more his vision filled with those enticing curves but Gavin behaved, keeping that beak from biting at the bait. Rewarded as the vixen slipped on top of him pressing their warm bodies together. Yet the way they slid forward made that pulsing canine cock press across instead of inside those folds. Huffing out as he felt the dampness from the juices his tongue had drawn out moments before. Small rolls of those hips would work to grind across the sensitive surface of his shaft. Stopping just shy of that tapered tip getting low enough to catch on that awaiting entrance. For the impatient hybrid this was quite torture as he couldn't act with the weight of her pinning him to the chair.

Time to reward the good behavior with a nice slow ride - turn to page 92
Too much torture makes for desperate acts, make the hybrid struggle - turn to page 98