Redhawk Caldera So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller, thriller here tonight

In response to his mate's suggestion that they go nice and slow, Peregrine began to move as if stuck in molasses. Very, very, very gradually, he made his way to her backside. Somehow, he snailed his way atop her. Slower than a sloth, he leaned his muzzle against her ear and murmured, "Is... this... slow... enough... for... you?" There was a lengthy pause between each word. There was plenty of time for her to answer him as Peregrine oh-so-unhurriedly inserted tab A into slot B.