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

Fox groaned as he took her suggestion to a whole new level, but there was a smile even as she rolled her eyes. The more kids he had, the more real his dad jokes became. He slithered (yes slithered like a snail) on top of her, and she couldn't help but giggle as he spoke astoundingly slow. "Well, we already fucked like rabbits, so why not fuck like tortoises, too?" she asked (hypothetically, of course). Fox was down to go to Pound Town, no matter how painfully slow they might get there.

She let her hips rock against his yet again, though she was able to go at the speed of a snail this time. How long, she wondered, would they be able to keep up this ridiculously slow pace before the both of them couldn't restrain themselves any further?