Air deprivation Stories

"Hey, Enora...” The red fox dug through the chest set against the wall, bare knees pressed into the carpet of his bedroom. Wearing nothing but his boxers, he hummed quietly to himself as he rummaged right to the bottom of the chest, putting aside a dildo and coil of rope with half a mind to give at least one of those toys a shot later on that night with his casual girlfriend, Enora. An anthro snake with brown and cream pa...