neeko can not wait for her bf to get home

Neeko's emerald scales shimmered with a restless energy as she paced the small clearing, her lithe tail flicking an impatient rhythm against the warm earth. Every rustle of leaves, every distant call of the jungle, drew her pointed ears, straining to catch the familiar sounds of his approach. A low, purring hum resonated deep in her chest, a primal anticipation that intensified with each passing moment. The quiet stillness of their home felt too vast, too empty without his anchoring presence, and her usually playful demeanor had given way to a simmering yearning. She pictured his strong hands on her, his scent filling the air, and the delicious, stretching fullness of his large member pressing deep within her, promising a night of unbridled passion that would leave them both breathless and sated. Soon, she hoped, soon he would be home, and the waiting would finally end in a glorious, intimate inferno.