Redhawk Caldera Your sugar, yes please

It wasn't long before Finley flipped over and took to her paws, causing Elwood to take a step back. He remained close to her, however, his chest very nearly pressed against her hindquarters. All it took was the quick movement of her tail to the side accompanied by the higher pitch of her voice -- with a whine of his own, Elwood let instinct take over and mounted her swiftly.

Balancing on his back paws, he wrapped his forelegs around her hips, feeling the familiar fire in the pit of his belly as they connected. His growls turned to lusty groans as he began to thrust, his normally sharp senses dulling as he was consumed by a love-induced fog.

A short while later, when both Elwood and Finley seemed to be satisfied by the level and intensity of their kerflompling, he eased back off of her. His forepaws hit the ground and he moved forward to stand alongside her, running his snout down the length of her body and then slipping his head beneath her chin with an affectionate rumble.