Night Shift at Fazclaire’s Nightclub – Furry undress Frennie part 2 [FNAF]

In the grimy, neon-lit corridors of Fazclaire’s Nightclub, the air was thick with the scent of cheap liquor and sweaty fur. Frennie, the lanky fox-girl, had just finished her shift, her tails swishing behind her as she sauntered towards the backstage area. The dim lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, but Frennie’s eyes glowed with a mischievous spark. She slipped into a hidden alcove, her breath hitching as she leaned against the cold concrete. Her hands trembled slightly as she began to unbutton her uniform, revealing her smooth, glossy fur. She let out a soft whimper, her thighs clenching as she started to stroke herself, her fingers darting between her legs. The room spun as she closed her eyes, her mind flooding with images of the night’s patrons, their lustful gazes and hungry hands. Her moans echoed in the empty corridor, a symphony of desire and release in the heart of the nightclub.

Her body quivered, her tails thrashing wildly as she picked up the pace, her fingers slick with her own juices. The alcove was her secret haven, a place where she could let her inhibitions go and indulge in her darkest fantasies. The cold air nipped at her exposed skin, but her body was on fire, her heart pounding in her chest. She could feel the pressure building, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes rolled back, her mouth opening in a silent scream as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her body convulsed, her fur standing on end as she rode out the orgasm, her fingers coated in her own sticky mess. As the last tremors subsided, she slumped against the wall, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, her eyes glowing with a post-orgasmic haze.