Tangerine trees & Marmalade skies

Kesho Maisha · 03-25-2011, 11:29 PM

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Oh, now I guess he wants to take over... Tongue Derp. Short! D: WC: 275

He was drunk. The feeling was unforgettable, unmistakable. It felt good and bad, at the same time. The old coyote breathed in a heavy, content sigh, hardly remembering where he even was for the moment. As suddenly as he'd seemed to have found himself here, laying on this surprisingly comfortable mattress, Kesho felt the soft, warm and pleasantly squishy feeling of her breasts pressing firmly up against his back. It felt incredible, now, and he moved into her with his own body carefully.

"You're a rather handsome thing, aren't you," she cooed into his ear, causing the small hairs on it to rise in interest.

Talitha's gentle hands roamed his arms, her hot breath as she gave a soft nuzzle to his neck. Kesho's aging muscles tensed slightly beneath her thin fingers, his whole body following as he felt his blood rush southwards. The Hydra may have been old, but he wasn't dead down there yet.With a drunken smirk, the graying coyote rolled his body up into a seated, sideways position, dark red eyes looking down at her blearily, lust flushing over his face and chest. A single rough hand reached out to hold her cheek in his palm for a moment before trailing strong fingers over her lithe, curvy figure.

"You're too kind," he said gruffly, voice low and eyes roving her still-clothed body with an animalistic sort of hunger; a familiar feeling, but one that he had been missing for far too long.

In his drunken mind, there was nothing more captivating right then than her company, her voice, and her deliciously attractive body.

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