Doggy Style Sex Position

It was his eyes that gave him away, narrow slits of yellow, and then the breeze picked up again and I shivered from either the cold or more likely his musky scent, the invisible stain that brought a flood of adrenaline and urged me to move. He’d have to prove his worth. I took him. I found that I enjoyed getting Bush on his back the most because he always became excited when we wrestled. An owl suddenly flew into life a few dozen yards away and I was only barely able to realize that I’d been making a lot of noise, more noise than I should have been. Above us, in the hills and mountains, I could see the permanent snowline and the wind coming down from the northeast was always freezing. He was free finally and the wolf, my mate, gave me a brief look before moving quickly into the darkness and back up into the hills surrounding us.