give me mustang horse and muscle; Posted on April 1, 2023 at 03:49:54 AM by arroyo
His name from her lips flushes him with heat, like the warmth of the sunlight on his back on a chilly morning. "I would love to," she says, and then lowers her voice, whispering her secret that she is not so good at this either. He brushes his muzzle, dark and velvet, against her shoulder, unable to bear the closeness without closing it just a little, but then he pulls gently away, muscles tight in anticipation as he leads her a few steps into the moonlight. She glows, and there is an ember in his eyes that flares at the sight of her.
"You are beautiful," he says, and then he bounds like a stag for a leap of two, circling her, and then ceding space for her to move with him. He rears and lets his forelegs dangle for a few beats. They dance, and the moonlight shimmers and flickers against the shine of their hides, and when they slow, Arroyo asks, his voice heavy and out of breath, "Can I be close to you?" Replies: