Two Eyes Cenote [cp] [m] hunger of the pine,

His nose combed through her tail, parting her legs and savoring her scent with deepening kisses. The soft strokes of his tongue, at first gentle, roughened with desire when their eyes met over the taper of Toula’s flank. She was sweet – floral and perfumed but it was the innate taste of her arousal which gave rise to the growl deep in his throat. With a buck then he drew himself up to kiss her mouth and guide her to turn over.

He tucked her back into the hollow of his chest and stood with his forelegs on either side of her own, plying the silken fur of her scruff with licks and the gentle pressure of teeth. She would feel the urgency of his want but it was not until she was driven to an equal point of pressure that he would grip Toula tightly between his arms and lean into her with ragged breaths.