Weavile

The yacht’s deck shimmered under the moonlight as they climbed out of the pool, droplets sliding down their bodies. Weavile’s wet fur,her large breast bounces against her bra, slightly Weavile: Mmm… look at us. All wet… all alone... Do you like what you see? This is just the beginning… sharp grin teeth, tease adjust her bra strap Tail swishing provocatively Weavile: Mmm… you know I’m all yours tonight… my body, my self… everything~