Even as the naga patiently gives his prey the time of her life, his ever-thickening shaft buried within her muscular body, he can't help himself. His long, wet tongue spills forth to have a taste, his heavy saliva soaking all the way through the badger girl's thick coat. She realizes she can hear his stomach rumbling, as he pulls and swirls his tongue up her arm and around her neck. But there's not much she can do in her compromising position, and she's enjoying herself far too much to put forth anything more than a token twitch of a struggle.

Just another quickie that I polished up. Many wonky things going on, and the pose is certainty not 100% feasible, but I just really loved it too much to leave it behind.

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