Balros Happy Valentines Day ❤️ cloakable Happy Valentines Day to you too ❤️ plants a trio of very affectionate fennec kisses on your face Balros happyfloof and peppers smooches across all three of your faces cloakable smooches back happily and uses her lower pair of hands to groom your handsome and floofy tail Balros streeeetches out his luxuriously fluffy body, tail, melts into the strokes cloakable An absolutely handsome squirrel ❤️ caresses her mid and upper hands over your gloriously fluffy body too and smooches you with her middle head Balros An outrageously gorgeous fennectaur ❤️ sweetly smooches lips with that middlemost head, presses in close with all the rest of his body cloakable brushes up against shamelessly, three large and fluffy pairs of tits stroking against your fur. Sneaking tongue into the smooch while she nuzzles your cheeks with her left and right heads ❤️ Balros Sinks into the sweet swells of fennecbreasts, his fur so soft and his scent so lush. His taste, as you smooch, sublime! His oversized handpaws scrufflescritch your leftmost and rightmost cheeks ❤️ cloakable coos in open adoration, her middle head gazing rapturously into your eyes as she smooches with you! She inhales your scent with her left and right heads as she nuzzles your soft fur and cuddles you into the soft, sweet swells of her large breasts while her hands caress through your soft squirrel fluff ❤️ Balros He looks back into your eyes, drinking in your gaze and reflecting incredible potential from his. Closer and closer squirrel and fox press together, fur to fur, curves to curves, sharing heat and hearts. cloakable coos and kisses even more deeply, tongue exploring your mouth in ardent intimacy. Her hearts beating in rapid rhythm inside her upper and lower parts, feeling so hot with love and desire for you. Balros Tongues twist and coil, sharing taste and flavor, each sucking on the other. Tilting head, scissoring muzzles, twining deeper and deeper with you. Passion and attraction, affection and adoration for you. cloakable Moans in passion and makes out deeply with you. Tongues caressing together within muzzles locked intimately together. Desire cresting and breaking through in a sweet sensation of increasing floof as four fluffy fennec tails blossom into enormous squirrel ones. Balros The kissing continues, continues, continues; he rolls, presses, grinds against your gorgeous body. Fingers sifting through your silky fur, clutching or pressing at erogenous swells. Sharing with you the very essence of squirrel love. cloakable She kisses in eager, ardent desire for you, you, you. Grinding back in shameless reciprocation. Her nipples swell in response to your touches, and her own caressing hands grow more bold, caressing in return over your own pleasantly rounded parts. Her multiply squirrel-tailed backside growing wider, curvier, motherlier. Balros Squirrel responds, reciprocates, reinvigorates. As your breasts press in with stiffening teats, his sheath swells forth with stiffening shaft. One of your paws that cup his heavy nuts soon sports light squirrel claws, transformation soaking into you from his touch. His hands reach further back along your join and taursides as your hips widen and body thickens, bulking slowly with squirrelish size. Something beyond fertile. cloakable Beneath her massive fluffy tails, her folds blossom into an open advertisement of fecundity. Her breasts - already large and heavy - grow larger still, teats filling out atop motherly curves. All three muzzles breath heavily against you, murmuring soft words of desire and need for you. Beyond the motherly swells on her upper half, her bulking lower grows plush bosoms of its own, large and soft and running all the way from between her forelegs to between the hinds. Balros Even while kissing with you, he can smell that fertile -richness- that rises from your nethers; he kisses even harder, his own lust rising with pressure. Strong squirrel body presses to your growing squirrelgirl breasts; his sheath squeezed between the lowest pair, the upper orbs sandwiching his rising staff to peek between your cleavage. His nuts weigh heavily against the huge squirreltaur breasts that growth forth from your tauric body. Pulling his head back to -pop- the kiss, he looks into your three pairs of eyes. "Let's breed, Valentine~" cloakable She gives you quick kisses over your muzzle and gazes into your eyes with open lust and love. One of her large squirrel forepaws traces gently over one of your feet, digits lightly squeezing. All four tails curled high and proud over the massive, dripping squirrelgirl mons beneath. "Make so many kits to celebrate our love~" Balros When your forepaw brushes over his toes, tingling surges of growth broaden your paw and swell it larger, your whole leg becoming thickened with squirrelish curves, strength and fluff. He wriggles his toes back at you but takes hold of your forehips and pulls his hips back, sliiiding his shaft from your breasts half-way. "Let's start right away." Driving forward, he presses the heavy slab of throbbing squirrel breeding against your foresex, stretching this tighter needful passage with his growing girth. cloakable She churrs as you open her up with your breeding pole, foresex growing thicker as you stretch her open. The scent of squirrel fertility rising from both sexes. She rocks back onto her powerfully muscled squirrel hindlegs and hugs around your waist with her fores, pulling your hips steadily towards her to bury you ever more deeply inside her. Her upper half grows fluffier, stronger, curvier as your length pushes inside, forming a distinct bulge. Balros The waves of transformation into breeding squirrel becomes more intense as your sex swells with his size; when his swollen nuts wing forward and /whumpwhump/ against your foremost tauric breasts, the squirrelification surges grow even more intense. Thicker and thicker your haunches get, tauric butt fattening larger to keep steady as he mates with your frontside. While your forebelly /bulges/ with the shape of his shaft, its your taurbelly that grows the most barrel-like, starting to part the rows of huge breasts that almost brush the floor. cloakable She kisses you again with an eager, rodentine churr, peppering your face with kisses from all three squirrel muzzles. Inside both upper and lower halves her ovaries bulge in size and produce an absolute storm of estrus inducing hormones. Her lower pair of hands resume grooming your tail with delicate squirrel claws while her other two pairs or arms wrap around you to eagerly hug you into the immense breasts sitting proud on her upper half. She gazes into your eyes with a look full of desire, for you, you, you, and the many squirrel kits our coupling promises to produce. Balros The barrage of smooches from sweet-faced squirrelgirls excites and encourages him to pump even harder, grow even further, fuckbreed even more firmly, and flood his lover even more full. His pre alone is an over-virile blast of lubricating juice that mingles with hormonal estrus to make the sensations, emotions, everything so much more intense. While his front may be smothered in enlarged, milk-stuffed breasts, his motions keep pace and make them bounce and jiggle. THe way he /throbs/ and spills more and more into you will soon herald so, so many offspring! cloakable Kisses continue to rain down upon handsome squirrel face, before it all grows too deliciously much, and all three heads are soon squealing in repeated orgasms every time your breeding pole moves inside her foresex. Every last one of her breasts swells full and firm with rich squirrel milk, so overly full and productive that her upper teats leak constantly from the vigorous bouncing and brushing against thick squirrel fur. Her lower bosoms swaying vigorously in unison, so very large now the massive teats drag stimulatingly against the ground, every part of her blatantly built for squirrel breeding and feeding! Balros The difference in size between squirrelboy and squirreltaurgirls is apparent; he is -massive- inside you and moves with the strength, density and commitment of an in-season breedlover. His rocking, thrusting motions make your body bounce and judder, breasts pouring with over-produced milk spurred by insemination. The pace is heavy and hard, working up a deliciously musky scent shared between us, building towards the dangerous release of full-potency nutbatter. Curling his fingers to clutch into your fur, he shoves his face into your trio of throats and moan-bites into you, -ramming- his hips forward to burying all thirty inches of dick into your foredepths, and unloads in hot gouts!* cloakable She clenches down greedily around your massive squirrel dick and churrs eagerly as you unload hot gouts of virile rodent nutbatter into a fecund womb absolutely primed to turn that essence into many, many kits. She squeezes you close and nuzzles your head as you bite into her throats, getting a good inhale of her own musky scent of breeder squirrelgirl, completely rodentine and fertile and not even a -little- bit vulpine!