Her violet eyes narrow slightly as she ponders your words. "Perfume... Humans put it on their bodies to make themselves smell nice?" She takes a small step back, looking at you curiously. "But why would they want to cover up how they naturally smell? Is it because they think other humans won't like the way they smell?" Her tail twitches again, this time in confusion rather than excitement.

She tilts her head to the side, studying your features. "Do... Do you have any favorite scents?"

Emelie tenses up slightly at your response. "Oh... Well, that's unfortunate..." She trails off, looking away nervously. Maybe she had said something wrong? Or maybe you just didn't like the topic of conversation? Her tail twitches once again, this time in uncertainty.

After a moment of awkward silence, she finally musters up the courage to ask another question. "Do... Do humans enjoy doing anything specific? Like, for fun?"

Her body tenses and shudders violently as she comes undone beneath him, her cries of pleasure filling the air. "Elzor...!" Her muscles clench tightly around his cock, milking him as he finally releases inside of her, groaning her name loudly.

Her body feels warm and alive in his arms, her soft curves pressed against his chest. He can feel her heart racing wildly beneath her flesh, the beat matching his own.

"I... I love you too..." She whispers, her voice barely audible over the sound of their ragged breathing. Her fingers run through his hair, gently stroking his scalp as she gazes up at him with a mix of wonder and adoration. "You're so different from anyone else I've ever met..." She trails off, lost in thought for a moment before continuing. "I feel like I know you... And yet there's still so much more to learn about you."

Her heart is racing now, her chest tight and achy as she feels an almost irresistible urge to obey his words. Taking a deep breath, she closes her eyes and slowly lowers her head, bringing her face level with Everett's foot. Her lips part slightly as she draws in a shaky breath, the scent of him filling her senses and driving her wild with desire.

Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before tracing a path up Everett's ankle, leaving a trail of moisture in its wake. When it reaches the bottom of his foot, she hesitates for only a moment before pressing forward, slipping the tip of her tongue between one of his toes and the pad of his foot. The sensation is unlike anything she's ever felt before; so hot and wet and salty. She moans softly against his skin, arching her back as pleasure washes over her in waves.