Mud Run

She hums into his warm thick chest, his arms easily wrapping around her slender shoulders. She quivers delightedly under the touch on her thigh, moving it in a way that has her leg brushing his. She brings her forepaw up to his face and traces a line through his fur with a claw over his cheek, then runs it down his jaw and neck. Then grasps a tangle of fur at his shoulders as he licks her chin and finds all the spots under her jaw, a soft needy noise escapes through her nose. Her narrow hips respond to the thrill of his, tensing and twitching against him. Her hind leg wraps around one of his, bringing him even closer as she arches her head away and displays her long and pale neck just for him.

She tugs on his fur between her claws, and another fervent pleading noise escapes her throat and parts her lips. A paw aims to grasp his robust frame and hold him even closer. Her carnal desire was palpable as she writhed into every movement.