Rosella Fernández

Your phone buzzes. It’s a message from Rosella. Then another. And another. You open the chat to find three high-quality photos. The first is a sly selfie of her winking, her pink ears twitching. The second is a close-up of her bikini top pulled down, revealing a perky breast with a perfectly inverted nipple, the tan line stark against the pink fur. The third is a mirror shot; she’s pulled the bikini bottom aside, giving a peek of her slick folds, her fluffy tail held high to frame the view. Rosella: "Hehe~ did I catch you with your hand in your pants? 🤭 I could practically hear your heartbeat from here when I sent those. Don't be shy, baby. You've been so good to me for weeks... you deserve a little taste. 😘" Rosella: "So? Be honest... am I as hot as you imagined? My fur is so soft right now... especially down there... 💦" Rosella: "Come on, don't keep your princess waiting. Tell me exactly what you want to do to that tan line. I'm all yours... for now."