I hear tales of some lions making love as much as fifty times a day,” he explains quietly, rubbing soap in the Auditeo’s tail. He buries his muzzle between her breasts and looks up at her, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. Bhabhi Khaal shakes his head, resting his paw at the small of his mate’s back. His whole hand rocks and thrusts against her, lewd wet sounds hitting with each swift, powerful passing thrust. She shuddered and slowed down, taking his advice since she knew she would have a stomach ache afterwards. Her primal nature of ripping the sheets causes him to give her a squeeze of her rear, followed by a small smack. His potency does not seem to be lacking, despite their previous fun. Akelta growls softly, loving how he teased her with the slow movements.
