Too Much To Think
05-29-2017, 08:52 AM
He didn’t wait for her to say something, he didn’t need to, she had been quite clear on her intentions and he would be more than happy to comply. He kept close to her, the end of his muzzle never straying further than her thigh as they walked his tail whipping from side to side. Eyes blazing, he followed her to a small alcove near the beach and deep into the cave until the walls were barely visible against the oppressive dark. Personally he didn’t give a damn where he was when the proverbial it happened, but then it was never really about him. Not to him anyway, he liked to give women as much control as they needed in an attempt to make them feel more comfortable. The only thing he really wanted was to be considered a great fuck and he had all but mastered his craft since he reached his second autumn.
He brushed his chin and neck against the end of her spine with a low purr. She was tense and while he wanted to change that he doubted he had the time foreplay before she changed her mind. He kicked off the ground, standing on the ends of his toes to compensate for the inch of height she had on him and dropped his weight down on her, his tongue grooming the scruff of her neck before he buried his nose in the thick patch of fur. There was no time for foreplay but he wasn’t about to make his first screw in over a year be completely undemonstrative. He dropped his head on her back, his neck brushing against her until his face pressed against her ribs and-
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