Hideaway Strath If it wasn't for bad luck...

So this isn’t a jest this time. Her half lidded eyes say so and he can’t help but meet her with the same energy. The parting of her soft lips and the sheen of sparkling white teeth catch his eye for a moment and he’s smiling handsomely at the reaction he gets from her. Though as soon as she speaks a smirk overtakes her expression and he hums out a soft laugh at her words. “I wouldn’t mind. I do love putting on a show.” He answers deviously.

So finally the moment comes and he himself is feeling like his fur is on fire. Ah, the familiar heat of pleasure, it will never get old for him. So as she presents herself and sighs out those words he stops holding back. Especially as a very enthusiastic lover, he likes to make sure everyone he’s ever fucked feels like it’s the best they’ve ever had. He puts hard work, sweat, and tears into his lovemaking and this will be now different. Every woman or man deserves such unless they prove to him that they don’t. She has done no such thing, so he will give to her probably the best sex of a lifetime (hopefully ;D LOL).

Biting down her body and offering soft kisses and licks. He offers her the gift of foreply for sometime until she can’t take it anymore. Before he finally mounts her.

FADE TO BLACK :’> 

They did the dirty and it was great.