Said the admiral as he coolly raised his heavy arclite cannon to just above his shoulders. He was in control of the situation, the setting, and the time; he was feeling the heavily primitive but welcoming sensations. His body was already hard at work, with the thick muscles under the short but thick fur, the broad chest not dotted, but rooted with thick musky nipples pooled with his viscous masculine milk. the potent smell of his scent filling the air mixed in with an alluringly sweet smell of his rich, pure tobacco...
Just in the reach but out of the grasp, this man has put his foot down just beyond the needy hands.
The Fleet Admiral Marcus Roh, married to a very, VERY lucky wife of Sarah Roh and a proud father of Alexander Roh, showing off his body just out of reach.
