He made a noise and went back to playing with her woolen fur. His hand slid to her inner thigh and he dragged his nails through her fur, just ghosting against her skin.
That wouldn't do. He would have to ramp it up again. He moved her over his vent again, trying to be subtle, but there was no subtlety with an action like that.
He liked that at home he could just walk around in a societal form of undress, his cock easily slipping from his vent and rubbing against her as he moved her. But he pretended not to notice still.