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 Author: Tobias Foxx
Title: Breaktime Shorts 4
Part: BTS 04
Summary: A timed writing exercise 'money shot' quickie.
Keywords: Furry, MF

   10 min Fox Coyote Public

   ------------------------------------------------ Stories in this series
are simple timed writing exercises.  As the series title suggests, they are
written during my breaks at work.  As such, most will be very short,
rushed, and lacking all but the most basic character building. 
Essentially, they'll mostly be "money shot" quickies.  I hope you enjoy
them.  ------------------------------------------------

   "What, right here?" the vixen giggled, arms spread to encompass the
entire park and its numerous inhabitants.

   "Sure, why not?" replied her coyote boyfriend, pulling her down into his
lap upon the bench.  "Doesn't it excite you just thinking about it?"

   She gave a soft murr by way of reply.  She could feel his hardness
against her bare rump through his pants.  She never wore underwear because
she loved to yiff him anywhere and any time she felt like it, especially in
public places, the more public the better.  They had never done it anywhere
quite -this- public before though.  She was nearly dripping merely
contemplating it.

   "Let's do it," she huffed, already panting with need.

   She turned in his lap to face him, legs to either side of his waist,
skirt splayed to hide his lap as she swiftly fumbled open his zipper.  She
felt his unsheathed meat slap against her wet slit and gave a soft moan of
need.  A quick shift of her hips and he was inside her.  She wrapped her
arms around his neck, muzzle locking with his to muffle any sounds they
might make.  Slowly, her hips ground against his.  His swollen knot crushed
her clit as her inner walls milked him.  As excited as she was, she didn't
last long, crying out into his mouth as she drove herself down onto that
bulbous ball of flesh, tying with him as they came together.  Panting, she
turned away from him awkwardly to face the cubs at play not ten yards from
where they sat locked in the most intimate embrace.