Morningside Cuesta [m] vieja

The way that he did not shy from her snapping teeth was disturbing. Each slice of her mouth against his flesh was a tingling breath of arousal inside him. Each desperate huff of air from her lips and her nose filled him with a gust that would carry his sails through the act of dominating her. 

The jaguar's strong legs pushed, forcing her weaker frame back and against the hard clutch of the earth. Teeth scored against him until she had clutched at his sun gold coat and tore tufts of it from him. The predator lowered his head to her, moving to push his paw against her throat and apply force. 

Te sientes tan bien cuando luchas contra mí. 

A sick purr.