I was cumming often and hard, and my arms and legs quivered with excitement and the strain of our exertions. We traveled a mile or two up a narrow path, winding between great pines that had stood for hundreds of years, leading upward to a clearing where a natural formation of rock had created a large, odd shaped platform on the red mountain soil. He kept his forelegs locked tightly around me, squeezing my ribs while his hips moved, ramming the bone-like structure of his penis into the deepest parts of me. I was running, always running, and silent like a shadow and urgent, feeling pain suddenly. The swollen muscle pushed inside me finally and I felt hot tears on my cheeks and my mate’s breath was in my ear, his tongue lolling across my cheek.
