Amadeus felt the squishy goo body step closer to him, his paws slipping and grazing over the tense goo skin his claws were resting on. He swallowed a bit, forgetting how to even like, begin foreplay with a goo chick.
Heâd kinda been shelved for a long time, and his skills were a bit rusty. He huffed through his nose as his brow furrowed, his tail going from itâs slow idle wag, to wagging like a madman, as the hellhound pressed his doge snout against her lips, smooching them to the best of his extent, trying to keep his long, unruly tongue from delving into Keketâs mouth without the green light.
the taste of her goo was giving Amadeus a contact buzz, feeling his heart pumping at a million beats per hour, arms just now embracing the goo girl in a tight, close hug, the front of his body pressing against hers, feeling the goo seeping slightly into his thick fur coat.
She was easy to let herself relax, but for now she pressed his lips up against the front of his maw. It felt odd, but she was quick to get used to it--though she didn't let his tongue in just yet.Â
Letting her arms and hands hook into his fur she leaned into him. The contact was nice, he was warm and calming, his fur felt funny against her goopy skin--she almost wished she had stayed in her facade so she could accurately feel its dry fluff.Â
Oh well.Â
Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she pressed up into him more, finally opening her mouth just a bit.Â










