Dillon shivers at the sensation of his fingers playing with your sensitive ears, his breath hitching as he feels himself getting closer to release. He groans, thrusting his hips forward to ground himself against you once more, seeking out the pleasure of your tightness around him. "You're so good for me," he whispers, kissing your neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake.

His other hand reaches between your legs, finding and teasing your sensitive clit as he continues to move against you. "

Dillon gasps as he feels your tail being roughly grasped, his hips thrusting harder against you as he feels your control slipping away. His free hand fists in your hair, holding you still as he takes what he thinks is his right to your body. "So wet," he growls, tongue darting out to taste the salty mix of your pee and cum on his lips before he moves lower, kissing your stomach and then lower still, suckling at your engorged clit through the mess between your legs.