Redsand Canyon My time is running low

His motions were like fluid water.
Donovan squirmed with pleasure beneath him, desperate for satisfaction.
Pleading with the man to give him more.
Donovan always wanted more and more.
Like some demanding child.

He felt the urge to drive forward and snap his neck between his jaws.
A callous thought he quickly swept away. He didn't know why that urge came over him...
He quickly busied himself when a touch brushed over his sheathed member.
Derg knew he was already showing. Posing.

He back up, Donovans tree-trunk legs before him.
His muzzle extended, more nibbles to the curve of his thighs.

"Bend over Donovan." he orders, ears cupped, tail waving softly.
His own member unsheathing now, thinking about what he wanted to do right now. What he was expecting to do.