Midleap Tiger stalled. His padded feet gripped the prehistoric meadow grass. Mat stilled his spear. The two turned to stare at Emma. “Now boys,” her smile said, “can’t we all be friends?”

Mat and Tiger exchanged a look, a knowing nod. Tiger pounced. One bound and Emma was caught. Tiger’s cock sought and gained the clutch of Emma’s cunt. He reared up. Roared. His big prick pulsed. Emma echoed the beast’s orgasmic yowl. The fuck and the filling went on and on, eons of ecstasy.

Fuck finally finished, Emma and Tiger cuddled close. Pearls of excess cum seeped from Emma’s sex. Tiger’s big paws caressed Emma’s bottom. His careful claws and throaty purrs sent small shivers up and down her spine. She turned her head and touched the big cat’s softened penis with her tongue. Her fingers nestled behind his balls, fondled the little button of his behind. His tail twitched. His cock, too. Soon it was in her mouth. Soon their lovemaking would resume.

Meanwhile Mat whittled his spear to the size of an Eagle fine point pencil and wrote the story on the petals of a daisy. The last words were

love me