Hideaway Strath Oh, I just want to take him home

Hemlock gives a roll of her own hips and Arturo rumbles his pleasure, his approval as he — sure that he has a good grip upon her now as he sets a rhythm, enticed by Hemlock’s participation in their copulation — nibbles lightly at her free ear. Arturo is a vocal lover, rumbling approval and pleasure in low purls of what could be husky growls but absent of malice. He lets out a heavy pant as he draws his hips forward again and again, a puppet of instinct; a willing slave to the desire that Hemlock entices within him. The sensations running through the coywolf’s body are heightened and the gangster lets out a low croon into the fur of Hemlock’s nape as he grasps it once more betwixt his teeth as he feels Lotte’s ministrations at the base of his tail and hip. It is dangerous, he could have just as easily snapped at her but he tries to manifest that urge for Hemlock. Lotte had her time uninterrupted and so too, should Hemlock, but Arturo is beyond many rational thoughts and seeks only to see Hemlock and himself to their zenith.