Exchange Student Kris Sucks And Fucks Her Host!

Kris stepped inside the Bird house all fluff and nerves, little suitcase bouncing against her hip. Matt Bird gave her the standard welcome spiel with a straight face: "Around here, the house rules say first-time guests greet the host properly." He tapped his belt buckle like some kind of punchline. Her ears shot up, then her tail flicked—language class never mentioned this custom, yet curiosity zipped through her quicker than the flight. She dropped to her knees, nose brushing denim, tongue flicking out before her thoughts caught up. The zipper sang open and she took him in one slow gulp, cheeks hollowing, sloppy little sounds echoing off the tile. Matt’s low chuckle warmed the back of her neck; his hips pushed deeper while one hand scratched behind her ear just right. When he finally spilled down her throat she swallowed, licked her chops, then peeked up smiling, tongue still messy. "Could maybe... meet a friend or two? If the lessons keep being this hands-on."