K: Is in the middle of writing an important assignment due in the afternoon. She continues to type on her Macbook air, fingers tatting away on the keys while she lays prone on her King mattress. Her subservient is occupied at her tail end, on time, even early, for his Wednesday duties. Her skirt is hiked over the curvature of her bottom, her panties tossed neatly in her wicker laundry basket. She'd spoken all but one word to him after he'd entered the room. "Eat."

T: Having slipped into her dorm room with the key that she'd provided him, he spied the woman upon the computer and the state of dress that she was in. Flat on her stomach, skirt hiked up and over the globes of her perfectly formed rump. His mouth was watering already and he crawled onto the edge of the bed. He paused only long enough to rip his own clothing off quickly and set it aside. Not because he expected to be pleasured, but because he didn't feel like tearing through another set of his jeans when he inevitably got a taste of her wonderful folds. Kneeling down between her thighs, he gripped the backs of her knees and gently spread them for himself, his maw lowering down and pushing his muzzle between her cheeks. "I couldn't wait..." he hissed back softly and his tongue laved out and over her taut little anal ring, applying firm and warm pressure against the tender star, digging in softly before his tongue took a long and broad swipe over the exposed folds of her pussy, a gentle huff of ecstasy coursing through him. It had only been maybe twelve hours since he was last between her thighs and it already felt like too long of a wait. His nose, cold and wiggling pressed against her puckered start as his tongue slipped down and cupped her mound completely, dragging it's long and warm length up to the entrance of her sex, the point digging into her folds slightly.

K: She typed away, pondering the body paragraphs of her essay while the otter pondered her body, his eager muzzle stuffed between her red-furred globes. Her subservients tended to eat her ass as casually as a significant other might issue a standard foot massage; She did not react in ecstasy, nor in boredom. Rather, she remained relaxed to his ministrations. With his flat laps, the friction of his tongue would lightly tug the manipulable flesh of her sex with it until it would slip back in place. For nearly the full hour of his appointment with her, the only sounds in the room were the 'tk tk tk' of fingers on flat keys and the licentious, wet slurping noises that came with the otter's busywork with her. At each small orgasm, she'd lower her head to the mattress and exhale into the down comforter, her glutes and tail twitching, before lifting her head and resuming her work.

T: Time didn't seem to be something he could keep track of whenever he was around her. Propped on his elbows behind her, his knees spread wide and with his skull lowered down between her thighs, he got lost in the sensation of his tongue sliding up and down the length of her slit. Every swipe providing him with a new rush of flavor of her juices, his nose buried up against her taut peach colored asshole, inhaling her musk completely as his saliva soon coated and then dripped from her folds and around her sphincter, glistening and glazing it with his lustful drool. Every time she had an orgasm, his tongue would rapidly lick up any and all of her expulsions, greedily devouring it like it was water for a starving man. "Nnngh... mmmf..." were the only noises made from him other than the occasional creak of the bed as his shifted his knees a bit, his eyes rolled so far into the back of his head that only the whites of his eyes showed. His own arousal had kicked into high gear and he lowered his hips down using the edge of the bed to hold his cock pointed downwards toward the floor, a massive puddle of pre-cum already forming beneath it, seeping under the bed and releasing the heavy scent of his musk into the air.