Fantasy or Reality? (OPEN)

It took all Cheska had not to squirm. She mused, "I can take it off, if you'd like." As she spoke, her fingers found the clasps beneath her tank top, and slowly she unhooked the bra. "It's called a tank top - a shirt." She stated, as she slipped the bra off but kept the tank top on. She wanted to see how he would react. Especially when her chest had less layers against it.

Cheska squeaked loudly, fingers tangling into Wak's hair to attempt to pull him away from her. "Now, now. If you're doing that, you have to do it the right way." She scrunched her nose at him, before grinning. "Have you never seen a woman?"

"Woman. We have breasts," she lifted her hands to cup her breasts, "See?" She inquired, picking up and dropping her breasts as she studied Wak. She was quite intrigued; would he be a good feed?

Cheska squeaked quietly; she was not used to being handled so roughly, though it did feel nice. It certainly felt nice enough that Cheska released a soft, soft little moan, pressing her lips tightly together. "Mm. Wak. Having fun?"

Cheska practically squealed when she was pushed to the ground. "Mmf! Wak be gentler! That hurts." She managed, soft little noises leaving her lips. She had never let herself be dominated before - usually she did the dominating.

When he bit her breast, she gasped, grinning. This would be fun. "Mmff!" She'd pull at his hair, trying to spur him on or stop him - she was so intrigued but such a spontaneous creature.

Cheska giggled quietly as she moved to pull her undershirt up, "Is that what you're after, man-beast?" She arched a brow, fingers brushing across her own skin before she settled her hands behind her head. "What do you think those are, Wak?"

She shifted against his prodding hands, arching toward him when he squeezed her breasts. She purred quietly, a quiet sound in the back of her throat. "Mm.. Wak, is it good?" She inquired, as he nibbled at the skin of this 'fruit'.

Cheska was writhing. She did not think that the beast realized what he was doing, but oh, this man-beast was giving her good feelings. She pressed one hand firmly against her mouth - she did not want to moan out loud, oh, no, they would just be horrid. He pulled, he twisted, he sucked, it all felt so nice.

Cheska gasped, he was so curious - some part of her chimed that he must be learning quickly. She pursed her lips to stop the soft whimpers; he was not hurting her, so she had no reason - nor want or will - to stop him in his movements.

As his movements continued, Cheska gasped and moved to tug at his hair, whispering quietly, "You want to learn more, Wak?" She studied him, reaching to try and pull him toward her - for another kiss; though because she did not stop his movements, she soon moaned. She growled lowly, she couldn't stand to be dominated - much less by this cute man-beast who was slowly starting to grow on her. He'd look nice... groomed.

She tsked and moved to push at his chest, "Let me show you. Let Cheska show you, Wak."