Fun time in the spring time

alabaster fibers rose and fell, twining with the coal of the man's spine as the gentle spring breeze caressed him. cobalt and ivory pools looked into the rotting eyes of the doe hide lain before him, a dull purr rolling from lax lips. he would lift that finely chiseled chin of his from slighted, crossed paws with dazed eyes. a spark would ingite the fire on his groin when an all-too-familiar scent graced his nasal canals. do you smell that, maeva? a deep inhale before loose vocals flit from an elicit maw. mmm. absolutely delirious.

quickly he would gather himself, leaving dear maeva behind while svelte stilts rattled beneath that skeletal frame; unhinging and beginning in the direction of that sweet heat. it did not take him long to find the jackpot. two lovely ladies, raging in pheromones and waiting to be ravaged. he would raise his voice and slow his pace, leisurely and effortlessly slipping toward them. ladies, the word was drawn out, elicit and enticing. a dangerous, toothed smirk split that monochrome face in half. do you mind if i take a sip? oh if he could give himself an award for best sexual innuendos he would.