Greatwater Lake (M) Butterflies taste through their feet.

but he wasn't about to die. not quite yet.

she remained somewhat still beneath him and if allowed, he would finally find his mark, eyes rolling slightly back in his head. 

but! a gentleman to the end. 

he would clutch the woman tight, going about his business methodically but fervently. he would lay kisses upon her shoulders and her spine. he would hold her carefully. he would depart from her body with slow, gentle speed, pressing his forehead against her hindquarters.

if he were to be a lover, he'd do it right.