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Inspired piece: 'Moonlit Caress', by Trioami

[Impreg Version]


Oh, to get away from it all, just for a weekend!

Leave the kids with a babysitter. Get on a train, head into the next city. Spend the day wandering beneath tree-lined boardwalks, and miss some of the sights because you're too busy watching how the dappled sunlight plays through your love's fur as she trots along beside you...

Things are a bit more progressive in the city, too. Not quite this progressive, true - but you each wear your wedding rings as you relax in the afternoon warmth in the local park, her sprawled in your lap beneath an old oak tree, your fingers lost in her neck ruff...

Scritch, scritch, scritch...
Rooowwwwwllll...

And anyway. It's lonely to be different in a crowd when you're by yourself, but when you're a pair, it's a delightful little secret, for you to share sly, hidden smiles. "Oh, what a lovely dog!" a passerby says, and you can't help but agree, your fingers caressing your wife's flank...

It's odd, too. Little comments like that, the friendly smiles of people passing by, and you want nothing more than to slide your hand close to her hips. The urge rises in you to curl your fingers around her thigh, delve your fingertips between her legs, an oh-so-familiar touch...

You only just make it back to the hotel room before you give in.

Panting growls mix with your own moans and gasps. You forget to turn on the AC, and the room becomes warm, a comforting blanket around you. Your fingers caress her side, her hips, lose themselves in the soft, supple curves of her nethers. She leans down, grunting into your ear - as you press the tip of your shaft against her gleaming lips, she lets out a deep, throaty whine, drool shining as it drips onto your chest.

Can the other rooms hear you...?

...And then that thought is lost to the ether, and you're inside her again. Again, after far too long, and she pants and groans, and you hold her close as you can't stop yourself from thrusting over and over, burying your face into her neck, grabbing at her hips, while you sink your shaft into those tight, warm depths that grip you so utterly delightfully. Your delve between you with one hand, rubbing your fingers against the tip of her spade in time with your thrusts - and she melts around you, and you don't stop even when she's shuddering and whining and scratching at the bedsheets, and your loins are aching, aching, and...

...and oh... oh... ooo-ooo-oohh-hh-hh...

Pant, pant, pant... pant... pant...
Rrrr-rrr-rooo-oowwwwwl...

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Requested by Teqi!

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