Is it not...? It's not really a thing, where I'm from.

[ that she knows of, anyway. She's never slept with a reptile back home. She shivers, squirming a little ticklishly with the feel of his tail.

The laughter is cute, and she presses her palm warmly against his skin under his hand, her face warming with a smile.

But she doesn't have the patience to wait too long; she moves it carefully down his belly, to his hip, then the edge of his pants so she can start undoing those to push them down. ]

I'm exploring. You're sensitive here, huh?