Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

Donovan is vibrating with excitement. He can hardly contain himself. He wants to jump on her and completely ravish her. The tension between them is palpable and his eyes roam over her form, heavy lidded and fiery with want. Even as she goes to lap a spotted tongue over his throat he hums contently.

Then suddenly she’s chuckles darkly, pulling back, up, and away from him. Oh does he love being played at his own game. She’s purring down to him and he’s soaking it up like a fucking sponge.

He replies and his voice is sultry. “I hope you do, darling.” 

He doesn’t feel indifferent about being left hanging out in middle of the desert. There’s always better luck next time. He doesn’t even know if he can wait that long. Either way he lies there with an embarrassing hard on and gives a comical wave of a paw. “Hope to see you soon, princess.” He practically growls, heat evident in his tone. A sly wink follows as well.