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Every little physical reaction she showed he filed away as something to later exploit. It was exciting to find something new about his dearly loved lady, and the way she reacted to his touch he really wanted to bring that pleasure to her again. Her body seemed to melt into the furs below her, his body still hovering over hers but he didn’t sit down on her, his maw started to trickle its attentions back on her back, making sure to let his hot breathe seep into her fur and travel along her skin. Oh how he loved this, a deep intake of her scent and then a slow release of his lungs.
His form visibly retreated backwards until his forepaws came to rest along her back legs. A low growl left his throat as he bit into her flesh, the bite gentle enough to only slightly break the skin. His tongue rolled out to lick the area to smooth over his eagerness before he lowered his hind quarters down and positioned himself for the final leg in their soft and tender love making session.
All throughout the urge had been building but with how slowly things had gone the rapid fire sparks of lust had dulled to a long aching urge that he wanted to take advantage of for as long as possible. Each little swipe of her tail thumped against that expectant appendage and it sent shudders through his body as he inched his way closer. Saluce nipped along her flesh rising back up her back and to her shoulder blades as his body slowly uncoiled and gained a better position, his chest was slowly lowering as he lowered into a crouched position, resting gently a top of her. His idea was simple, no hands afford him the ability to caress her back while he reclaimed her treasures, but full body contact as much as possible as his hind legs squatted. The position was hard, keeping his upper body slightly held up while having to lower his hind quarters all the way to the floor but to get the angle right it had to be done. His chin rubbed against her shoulder blades, as his hips swayed forward, his back arching into a reverse arch and he pushed forward running his chest along her back and pushing his unsheathed member into those welcoming folds of flesh that seemed to accommodate his girth as if expecting nothing less from him.
Image courtesy of Frau Böb@Flickr; table by the Mentors!
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