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Her hushed plea had been more of what he'd been after, desiring that control, and the gangster was all too willing to oblige to her plea. Despite her young age it was obvious to Arturo that this was not her first time doing this dance. She was not stiff beneath him. He adjusted his weight, sure to keep the bulk of it off of her and on his back paws which supported him. He was not bulky by any means of the word, his coyote blood giving him the distinct advantage of though he was tall he was svelte and his weight was not an overbearing pressure. Her own hips rocked back to meet each of his thrusts, playing her own part in the dance instead of letting him lead and do all the work. The sound of her moan filled his ears, swore that he felt it vibrate through her body and into his and Arturo fought the desire to speed up the pace. Despite how extremely ungentlemanly the dance of their bodies in tandem within one another seemed the gangster sought to bring her to her zenith first, as per his "gentleman" rules. Whether his pace quickened or stayed steady and confident it mattered little — when he reached his own their bodies would be locked together for some time and always the gentleman *cough* he wanted her to get the best and all that she could out of this business venture, too.

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