Then she went back to her pussy. The feeling of pleasure in her grew rapidly, and Iva chased it faster and faster. She placed the wrist of her hand, which was moving in her crotch, on the cunt and pushed hard against it.
Moisture from the vagina ran down her thighs and then onto the white sheet. The wet spot under her crotch kept growing as her excitement grew. In her passion-whipped fantasy, she now imagined a pointed and splashing tail. She even felt as if she could smell a male semen in the air, and at that moment she did.