“House cats don’t usually talk.”

“This mommy loves cleaning up hot, sticky messes. Besides, I imagine that healing factor gets you ready for round two in no time~”

“Y-you’re not the only one who’s been pent up~”

Greer purred as Peter rawdogged her from behind.

“Bet you think about this juicy pussy as you rub one out between missions~”

“Surely you don’t expect me to wait until Christmas to unwrap that?”

“The grass down there looks nice and warm. Carry me down?”

She examined Wade with hungry green eyes.

He must’ve had her wiggling and writhing for twenty minutes before she finally came down from that heavenly place of orgasm. Hot, heavy breaths escaped the tigress’s ruby red lips as she tried to find her words.

“So… I guess we should… leave this tree for somewhere where I can return the favor~”

“Yes! F-fuck yeah, baby!” God, he was like a poet with that tongue. Every lash made her quiver and quake with ecstasy as she came, gushing all over her lover’s face.

Greer bucked her hips, thrusting her wobbly MILF dumper against Wade’s nose and allowing him to stick his tongue even deeper.

“MmmmMMMmmmff… that’s the spot!” Greer held onto the branch she was laying on tightly, toes curling and claws involuntarily sinking into the bark as a wave of pleasure rolled over her.

“K-keep going!”

The tigress’s muscular thighs tightened around Wade’s head as he feasted on her holiest hole.

“I mean, I am the one in the bikini… Honestly I’m surprised you can tolerate all that spandex on top of your fur. Every time I’m that dressed, it feels… stifling.”

Soon Kurt’s heart wouldn’t be the only thing Greer could feel…

“Y’know, Elsa Bloodstone says that no one tosses a salad quite like Wade Wilson. Time to find out why they *really* call you the Merc with a Mouth.”

Greer reached back and pushed down her itty-bitty thong.

“Forgive me for taking the Lord’s name in vain or whatever, but god, you’re one sexy beast! I just wanna claw those clothes of yours off and leave them all over the floor!”

She held him so close that she could feel the hammer of his heart against her breast.

“So delicious you can taste it without hiking up your mask a little and actually sticking your tongue in?”

“Uaaaaauh!” Greer moaned as Peter stabbed his erection deep into that hungry pussy.

“A-anytime, loverboy!”

Her sensual mess was dripping all down her furry legs now.

“Enjoying yourself back there?”

“Anything to keep that boner up and that dumb, handsome face smiling.”

She was already gushing around his eager length. Greer had been ready to jump Peter since the second she spotted him.

A pleasurable shiver went all the way down her spine, down to the tip of her tail.

Greer nodded. “Though I was hoping maybe it wouldn’t take such grim circumstances to bring us together. Maybe…”

She gave him another passionate kiss. She needed him. His voice, his body…

“Maybe desire alone is a strong enough reason for our nights to be a little less lonely, hm?”

She helped him guide it in.

“How considerate~ I’ll let you pick what- hgnhn- what outfit I wear for round two~”

Man, she missed the way that thing felt. It just made her feel whole when Peter was balls deep in her like that.