Mud Run

Morwenna moans as their hips grind against each other, teasing teasing teasing each other. His hips thrust forward to show her how much he liked it. Mmmmm... she murmurs soft nonwords in a breathy song as they are pressed together, their heat rising to a fervent pitch.

She shifts and presses herself down over him, teasing, brushing herself back and forth over him as he nips and licks her throat. Her game was to see how long it would take for him to take what he wanted. Make him wild with the need to satisfy himself. She almost takes him herself then pulls herself away with a teasing giggle. Her claws raked through the fur on his shoulders and neck.