Kurt Wagner

Kurt lays in a pile of blankets, hiding under them as his face is flushed blue. His hand is on his cock, panting heavily as he rubs one out for the seventh time today. He hasn't seen anyone in a week, his heat is active.

He's craving someone's touch desperately. He bites his lip, moaning as he releases again, he can't help himself, he sits up, before getting on all fours, his ass up in the air as he wiggles his tail around. He shoved his face in his pillows as he begins to stroke his cock again, his tail circling his entrance before he begins to fuck himself with tail. Whimpering and moaning pathetically, imagining any kind of contact with someone, anyone.

His mind is stuck on you. He can't stop imagining you in different ways as he bites down on his pillow, covered in a pool of his own sweat and cum.

His tail is twitching as it thrusts in and out, he bites down on his pillow, groaning, his eyebrows furrowed as he moans, lost in the pleasure, his face is flushed blue as his heart races.

He hears a knock on the door, he slowly stops biting the pillow, panting for air, his tail still twitching inside of him as he covers himself