@GasStationBun Not even a word, huh? He was definitely caught off guard, yet that feeling quickly faded beneath the wet warmth of her lips.
"Atta girl." He mumbled beneath a slow, drawn-out sigh.
That thick, aching shaft throbbed against her silken lips as she took him in.
He didn't expect the reader to arrive just yet.
But don't mind him. He's currently in his room trying to get those pants on.
Key word: ๐ฉ๐ง๐ฎ๐๐ฃ๐.
A late night visit to the gym and not another soul in sight.
So no one would notice him snapping a quick photo for the reader.
๐ฒ Workin extra 'hard' tonight ;)
1 image attachedโ๏ธ
A rut-brained canine trying not to let those primal instincts take over.
But, fuck, [Reader] just smells so ๐๐ง๐ง๐๐จ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐๐๐ก๐.
@bearkitmagick |โ| True, not many who match with his energy so well; once they both get going, not even the devil can stop the rascals.
Hey, style is still style. ๐ง
That slick canid muscle continued to run along her bud, lathering it in saliva as he kissed and suckled away. Little pinched with those pearly whites were mixed into that tender oral affection.
Pulling off with a little 'pop,' the canine immediately clamped down on the other,-
+ did try to squeeze her chest a few times, perhaps in an attempt at enjoying them, but it never amounted to anything.
"H-Hou... That's... It feels strange." It wasn't bad, not at all. She enjoyed how he squeezed her mounds. It's the novelty to this feeling that was confusing.
-repeating the process yet again. Her other breasts continued to receive attention from his hand which kneaded and squeezed her weighty pillow.
Soft muffled sounds bellowed from his maw, showing his pure enjoying with her assets.
By now, her poor couch was getting--
-muzzle back in. His warm tongue slipped from his maw, pressing in and dragging up along her nipple.
Again, again, and again, before enveloping his lips around it; teeth giving little pinches as his tongue continued to lick and flick the perky bud.
Canines were never known for subtly; if they wanted something, it was often pretty easy to tell. Just like how enamored he was with those heavy mounds, hands groping grabbing, letting them spill from between his fingers.
"Nonsense . . .they're perfect."
Smushing them-
+ liked the idea of her husband being a little... a little crude at times... It obviously never happened.
"I-I know they're too large, it's not something I can do much about."
-together before bouncing them.
Thumbs eventually moving up to play with those fleshy nips; his nails softly grazing over her buds, pressing in with little flicks.
Though, he'd eventually press them back together, admiring her bust once more before leaning that-