"I want you first to fuck my ass. And then piss down my throat."

"Music loud enough?" Channing said.

He jacked the thick bottle of champagne.

Pointed it at the young lady in the center of the room. The one with the long silky hair who was kneeling on the floor.

A sight to behold. There was Suzanne, in her lingerie and smoking a cigarette.

Butting away to the music while riding the head of the bearskin rug like a pony.

"What were you saying, Suzanne dear?"

"I was just telling you what I wanted you to do to me. Didn't you hear?"

"I was getting the champagne." His eyes narrowed, Tongue licked out. "Tell me, Suzanne. What is it you want to do?"

"You weren't listening when I told you," she said, torquing her hips. "You'll just have to guess-or do it!"

Channing buckled to the bearskin.

He rolled up to Suzanne's bouncing body and nailed her from underneath.

He pulled his paw into her panties at the ass-cheeks. Grabbed a hank of twatfur hanging down beneath her humping haunches.

"Eeeeek."

Channing stretched out his other hand.

His phalanges trickled up her belly. Advancing from her navel to her ribs.

Then he danced his digits up.

Bounced his thumb to her boob.

"Oooooh. I'm melting," Suzanne said.

He handled her tits within his grip. Slipped his palms over the tight tips.

Turned the nipples around like knobs.

Bobbed his fist on boob.

Gnawing upward with his teeth as he warped his head up underneath her armpit from behind. Glancing off her wet flesh.

Tasting tittie in his lips.

"Ow!"

He nipped her nip.

While playing with her hip.

Suzanne's fanny rode up and down on Channing's wrist. His fist frayed her slit.