“A-Allison, I think she- I think – she’s doing it aga- Allison! She’s doing it again!”

Lydia winces as she watches Malia pounce with a low, aggressive growl after crouching and sniffing in Kira’s direction for a few careful moments. Just as with the past few times this happened, Kira lets herself get pushed over easily, thighs spreading for Malia to instinctively rut against the secure heat panties she was wearing.

Lydia shifted from one leg to the other, ready to call for Allison again (”I’m not going in between that, Allison Argent. I like my fingers where they are, thankyouverymuch!”), when the door flew open and Allison rushed inside. She dumped the various fruits in her arms on the couch and dove for Malia’s leash.

She needed to put her whole weight into even dragging Malia’s head around, even though they had clipped it into the side of her muzzle just because of that reason.

Malia in heat was a force to be reckoned with.

“Lydia don’t just stand there,” Allison grit out between clenched teeth, and in her desperation, Lydia crouched down so she was on perfect eye level with the coyote as she rucked up her skirt and showed off her pretty panties.

“Yeah, that’s right. Good girl. Come right here,” she cooed when Malia stopped growling long enough in order to sniff the air and watch Lydia speculatively.

Kira was whimpering and desperate, cheeks flushed and legs shaking with frustrated lust. They could only imagine how plump and hot her cunt had to be beneath her special panties, slick getting soaked up by the firm material.

They still had to get at least three days over with and Lydia honestly had no idea how they were going to manage that. Not if Malia kept behaving the way she did.

Only that right now, she was… she was kind of sweet; crawling with her belly close to the floor and her glowing eyes set on her new prize. She was distracted from Kira for just a moment and being allowed to bury her nose against Lydia’s panties and scent her cunt seemed to pacify her enough to let them take a break.

“That’s an… unconventional idea. But I like it,” Allison commented at last, crouching down and carefully checking Kira over, who wriggled and tripped herself over several times before she managed to get on her front, ass up almost comically high in the air, whining for it until Allison caved and at least gave her a couple fingers to nurse.

“You might be onto something here, though,” she admitted, turning her head to see Lydia sitting on the floor with her legs whorishly spread, and the bottom of her panties pulled to the side to let Malia slowly lick the pink gash of her cunt.