Whitefish River When God is gone and the Devil takes hold

Ugh. She got him. That arm hooked around his neck, pulling him down into a playful bow as his rump remained ever present in the air. He squirmed, wiggling beneath her as her tongue began its assault on his face. He wasn't that dirty was he? Nah. Apparently he just tasted good.

All the same, he flipped, rolling over onto his back as he pawed at her and began to chomp at her air, her tongue, whatever he could find. He found her chest and he nipped at it, running his teeth over that plush fur as he pushed a paw against one of her legs while he squirmed within her lap.