FOREVER SWEET AND NEVER ENDING

N/A · 07-09-2013, 01:31 AM

Had he been another man, he would've apologized for having insinuated that she was a whore, but he could smell on it. Despite having a million other scents mingled in with her pelt, he could still detect the subtle smell of sex. She was experienced in proving the types of services he was looking for. Perfect. Perhaps she could make the experience different for him. Either way, she was as good as any to fuck. And that's all he wanted. A low chuckle rumbled at her words, audits rotating to attention. If you push me hard enough, I just might baby. He crooned, winking suggestively towards the dark dame, watching in satisfaction as she began to circle him, her midnight pelt brushing against his lighter one, a content rumbling emerging from her clamped jaws. Demyan allowed his body to brush just a bit more against hers, allowing her to feel the raw muscle hiding beneath his pelt. He wanted her to know just exactly she was going to roll around with that night.

She made a full circle around him, coming to stop at his right side, questioning his statement about her beauty while claiming that he said to all the ladies. He shook his head, watching as she began walking forward, his own
powerful limbs bring him to stand behind his new obsidian conquest, muzzle brushing against her haunches, nipping at the skin before speaking. Extremely positive sweetheart, because none of the girls I've been with could even compare to your dark beauty. He rumbled appreciatively, his body beginning thrum with lust as he gazed towards the dark woman, needing to take her already. All this talking was making him impatient.

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