Meadowlark Prairie whisk me away

He was receptive. Not shying away from her gestures. In fact, he was bold, moving in closer. She let him rake his nose through her fur, smirking slightly with pride. Encouraged, she traced the lines at the side of his neck. Warm and inviting, her breath heavy.

Feeling blinded by her lust and engulfed in his presence, she let out a low, pleading whine. All to stir him on. His voice made her shudder but there was no need for words. She had not anticipated the grab at the loose skin of her ruff so abruptly, but she adapted and took it in stride. Just as sharply, she turned to nip a little more forcefully at his jawline. Her teeth would not break skin, but she wasn't shy about expressing that she could play rough too, and take it.