Blackwater Islands baby, baby blue [m]

Kalika whined as Gabe pulled back on her scruff, her back falling into a low arch as she buckled beneath his weight. As his thrusts grew quicker in pace and his panting grew, she could feel him slip so she steadied herself to allow him to reposition himself. Another whimper came from her lips, heavy and harsh, though she worked to maintain herself. She could tell that Gabe was nearing his own climax, though she was completely dissatisfied in her own rite.

Wanting to hold him off for as long as she could (albeit not long at all), she pulled away slightly, though remaining close enough to where they were still linked.