Mud Run

The way she quivers and wiggles with every touch he places upon her heightens the excitement beneath his skin. With eyes half-closed, his movements grow more needy, hurried. He tilts his chin back as she traces a claw down his cheek toward his jaw and down his neck. His hips thrust upward, showing just how much he enjoyed the way her sleek body moved against his own. He’s quick to pull his muzzle back toward her jaw as her hind leg pulls herself closer to him. Not an inch of space left between them as their fur and skin mingle together, creating a heat that nearly sent him over the edge.

As that pleading noise escapes her, he nips and licks at her exposed neck. Thrilled by the way she pulls and tugs at his fur, he continues to tease and play with those tender spots along her neck and jaw. His own needy and fervent noises rumble in his chest as he holds her tighter, hind legs opening slightly to give her space to fit better against their writhing movements.