Iktome Plains [m] bouch san

freely given, her choice to accept his eager crook, and yet his movements told of a man writing his own story. mireille bore it for the singular reason that she did not intend a return sans conception.
whatever pleasure he might have elicited was cut short with her own archings, a design of hip and flank meant to help him along his merciful way.
when the end came, a lustful graze of her mouth to his muzzle said again. again, again, to assure mireille that the seacliff pack would have their heirs once more this year.