Lion Head Mesa [M]No filter on your mouth

"Yes. Stay with me?" Her ears fell down to her head and he dismissed her. He once looked at her and captured her still. The tilt of his muzzle made her sick. Want me, want me, want me, want me. It was all she wanted. So much so that it was sickly and foul. She wanted him to be sickly. She wanted him to be foul. Want me. Want me. Want me. Want me. I am lost. Want me.

"She told him-- she had not done anything like so before. And why shouldn't it be you?"