Golden Glade [M]agnolia

Her gasp only spurred his thrusts, increasing his own pleasure and in turn hers - her laugh was contagious, it seemed, as his own chuckle rumbled through his chest. They rocked against each other for a long couple of minutes, but just as the man felt his hind legs begin to quiver, the waves of electric joy shot to his core: Alder gave one last, tying, thrust with a moan of both pleasure and lust before twisting around. Despite being tied together, he would not make her bear his weight any longer than she had to - as upset as he was that the act was over, the break from hormones and such gave him time to think; and to feel bad. It'd happened again - his tally was up to three now, cheating on Aspen, and though each one drove a knife of guilt into his ribs, he knew she could only know about the one.