Chris gasps loud and strong, pushing into that, as her hands leave Pauline's head and grab the sheets beside her. There's a faint rippling of furred color that briefly washes over her cheeks and limbs before receding, as her back returns to a horizontal position.
"Godfriggingdamn...." She mumbles, twitching slightly as she tries to compose herself.
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