Ghost Lion Crag Ride or die.

This time, she watched his lips move. She met his words with a slow blink. Did he mean that literally? Towhee licked her lips, shifting her weight impatiently. She had felt energetic for days, though it was nothing compared to how she felt now. She deliberated: would she get what she wanted faster if she tried to show him or if she left him and went in search of a more knowledgeable dick?

She made a snap decision and prowled closer to him, choosing to ignore his discomfited signals. "I do this," she explained, pivoting to present her backside to him. Towhee waved her tail for good measure, showing off the goods and fanning the scent in his face. "Mount. Insert penis in vagina. Hump," she instructed curtly, having trouble again thinking clearly. She yowled again, seemingly unable to help herself, her skin catching on fire with her impatient need.