[Cater does stop running his mouth, at that point, though he's far from silent. Leona may be the big cat in the situation, but Cater's the one practically purring as his groin is given attention. His legs open a little wider, his hips inching himself forward into that wide palm. Those teeth sink into his skin and he lets loose a sharper noise--but it's not a pain he's running from. If anything, he anticipated it; Cater's been bitten by people with less animal natures. It only made sense that Leona would have such an instinct.
What was another mark on his skin? What was evidence of one more partner? Cater didn't feel any shame in it, and his cock is already beginning to swell with arousal. It shouldn't take him too long to match Leona's hungry energy. Already, he's starting to claw his hands into Leona's hair and skin, wanting to drive home how into this he was--that there was no hesitance or regret on his part.]
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What was another mark on his skin? What was evidence of one more partner? Cater didn't feel any shame in it, and his cock is already beginning to swell with arousal. It shouldn't take him too long to match Leona's hungry energy. Already, he's starting to claw his hands into Leona's hair and skin, wanting to drive home how into this he was--that there was no hesitance or regret on his part.]