Coconut Grove Pleasing The God [M]

The male stayed close to her, and she could feel his irritation even though the waves of lust - this only made her smile more, debating whether or not she would continue to play with her toy before delving into the deed. They were silent - there were no words needed in their dance, and perhaps there would be little after, but the one thing she would get before was his name. The ivory woman muttered the half-assed greeting under her breath, curling her tail over her back to tempt him further. 

                 "I'm Giana."

Her own needs grew, the itch in her core growing and expanding until the warmth had consumed her. Even the proud woman could not hold back the breathy whine of need that escaped her throat, and she could only cover it with a lustful, demanding growl.