the sloth and the tiger

david rossi lay down on his expensive sofa, the stench of fresh dollar bills and brand new cologne overwhelming his nostrils. the fire in his lounge area blazed rampantly, giving off the only light source in the expanse of space. since his last divorce, the man had felt more deprived and sexually frustrated than usual, and knew that only one person would be able to satiate his most primal needs. he felt like a tiger to prey whenever he saw his personal sloth, alex blake.

he removed his phone from the pocket of his coat and texted her, the message reading: "i have needs, and you will provide. the door is unlocked." he knew blake - she would always fulfil his desires. while he awaited her arrival, he saw himself to his large bedroom to slip into something more comfortable and endearing. simply a towel wrapped around his waist, which he believed to be more than sufficient considering the task at hand. once he was undressed, he heard the soft click of the front door downstairs, alerting him to the fact his mistress had arrived. he rushed to his cabinet to retrieve a vial of stagnant pasta water, using this as his cologne. he knew the vile starch stench drove his hag crazy.

when she arrived at his bedroom door he saw that she was dressed in the most attractive lingerie he had ever seen - a complete sloth fur suit, leaving little to the imagination. he pinned his woman against the wall, growling as he did so. he felt his member rise at the sight before him, filling with his juices. the towel dropped due to the length and succulence pushing it apart at the divide. he tangled his large, manly hands in the fur of the suit at the nape of her neck, bringing her closer to him as he whispered the sultry words, dripping with desire, "let's crossbreed."

she felt her wetness come loose within her like a dam breaking down, seeping through the thick fabric of the suit and matting both sets of fur between her legs. the yeasty stench filled rossi's nostrils and this only drove him further towards his goal. he now grabbed her petite frame and threw her on to the bed. he felt his monumental sized dick throb, and looked down to see the veins bulge beneath the skin. he felt the penne pasta water almost spill out at the sight of his zoo animal sprawled on the bed, and he knew what he needed to do most. he caught a glimpse of a shining zipper between blake's legs, the foul aroma of her discharge swamping the bedroom. he unzipped it and climbed on top of her. the heat of her unwashed vagina filled the room.

"no words, sloth. only your animalistic noises, understood?" he whispered, greeted only by an overly prolonged groan. the claws of her gloved hands found their way to rossi's back, and as she reached behind him she felt the feeling of something inside of his rear end - a tiger tail butt plug. she groaned once more as his lasagna sheet edged unbearably closer to her slick folds. he thrust into her, once - twice - three times. he growled louder every time, feeling the thickness of her discharge meet his noodle like a warm hug. he felt as if he was fucking a freshly cooked meatball marinara sub.

her sloth groans grew louder and louder as she edged towards her release, but her movements were slow. she began to do her daily reps on his member, before feeling the warmth of his load of starchy pasta water fill her smelly cavern. he removed it, seeing the foul gunk of her nether regions wrapped around his noodle. he growled at her once more before scooping her up and throwing her straight out of his window, not unlike a sloth mistaking her own arm for a branch and falling out of a tree.