Redsand Canyon No Pigmentation Givin’ You The Blues

After Donovan’s low, sultry words. Yes, the ones he couldn’t help but saying. The she wolf’s heterochromatic gaze flicks up to him and she finally relents her tight pull of his chest fur. He’s unable to look away. With bated breath, he watches her with wild interest as she tilts her head. He seems like he’s being mind controlled at the heated way he gazes at her. Especially when that silky, smooth laugh bubbles up from her throat. Oh fuck. Is all that passes through his mind. Abandoning all hope he’s way to committed to remain innocent.

Ah is that so? She practically purrs to him. He’s enraptured by her pristinely white fur and her next words make him smile, his own chuckles coming forth to sound throughout their auds. But then he breaks. A piece of his soul (if he has one) cracks off and dies when she swivels her hips on his own. If what he was trying to hide beneath there wasn’t obvious then, it’s definitely obvious now.

“Fuck. I might even let you, dear.“ He hums deeply beneath her administrations. Two massive paws contrast starkly against her snowy pelt as they come to paw at her sides, the appendages weakly gripping as much as he’s able to. Shamelessly he grinds back up, the frictions getting to him. If she keeps up like this then they might just a different problem on their hands.