Put On Your Doll Face

Duchess didn't move even the slightest as he came and stood back over her, and really she was only at the mercy of him. He could have turned a dime and killed her, leaving her in the grasses and being on his way. And who knew if anyone would have come looking for her. It was a sour outlook on her life to think that the others of the band cared so little for her, and probably not true. But she would only see what she wanted to see and it was what brought her to these moments with the blue striped brute under the murderous moon.

Her expression still gently lustful as a soft grin pulled at her lips and she looked back up his chest and to his face again admiring just the same way he had searched her own frame just a few seconds ago. It would seem she wasn't quite done with him yet, but was that a little too far into desperation? Her own paw carefully moved up to his chest, pushing gently gesturing him to lay down beside her. Nevertheless, she had pushed herself up into him, searching for his muzzle again with her own. Hopefully she could get the gears turning again quickly, she didn't want him to feel like his time was being wasted.

"Duchess"