.. it was hard to describe, but frantic is the word that came to mind.“Love me,” she whispered near tears. “I need someone to love me for me, an... not for who I have been, or what I have done, but for who I am,” she whispered.“I do love you Grace for all that you are, all that you have been, and all that you will be, but especially because you are a sweet, kind woman,” I told her. She came into my arms then, and I held her for a long, long time. We kissed and hugged along with massaging and. “Size is obviously a huge issue, but Tamolith’s also a reptile!”“I know!” Rachel gushed, thrilled at the prospect. “I can’t wait to observe her transformation from a cold-blooded species to a warm-blooded one!”“How is that even possible?”“The most likely solution will be to increase her metabolism until she achieves endothermy and Tamolith can stabilise her own body temperature. To an outside observer she won’t look any different with that change, but the internal modifications will be. .. " Roxanne moaned, the words reverberating in the porcelain bowl. "Please, I need it so badly."Her body jerked back and forth involuntarily, trying to extend contact with the unseen fingers. Roxanne could feel her long hair soaking up the piss water of the toilet bowl, and with every involuntary action, her face was splashed with the vile liquid.She didn't care. The sensations were just too arousing. Even the smell of the piss, and the idea that she was letting her face splash around in the. The thoughts of her mating equipment emptying those testes of its load and into her was sending her over the edge. Another orgasm built up as Max panted and bucked wildly into her. Nothing else existed in this moment. It was just her and her mate and their need to obey their nature and instincts. Every hair was standing on end, every fiber of Rachel's being was in this moment. The waves of pleasure she was enjoying and the thought of how much Max must be enjoying it too gave her an almost.