48.1 Cream and Scream 

Grant

I held her tightly, swirling my tongue into her mouth at a ravenous pace as my hands cupped the delightful curve of her ass, and I pressed her further onto my body.

I wanted to devour her, and neither Stormy nor I couldn’t wait.

“I need to feel her sweetness on your tongue!” He barked, swishing his tail, his tongue drifting across his muzzle. He was almost drooling for her.

Breaking the kiss, I fixed my eyes on her pleasure-consumed expression, closed eyes, parted lips and flushed cheeks. She is so beautiful and mine!

“Now that everything is clear, I can continue from where I stopped,” I said in her ear, my hand sliding between our bodies to cup her drenched pussy. I immediately sank a finger into her, groaning at how good her wet heat felt.

I couldn’t deny ourselves the delight we craved, the connection and completion the union of our bodies entailed. Angeline took a step further, a leap of trust, and now I could love her, knowing she wouldn’t escape my arms.

“If she escap