Your Booty

In a moment you feel the Tiger's strong grip on your arse cheek. His arm, which must be at least twice as thick as yours, is wrapped around your waist. His other arm you found running the length of your back when you felt his grip on the backside of your head. In one fluid motion the Tiger has the wrestling mount and you are laying in the bed helpless with your arms pinned.

That is when you really get to look at your Tiger boyfriend. Diego is his name. And he is big. He is muscular, but his size is more just the way he is rather than an attempt to be a body builder. He sleeps shirtless, and in stretched boxer shorts, his arms and chest are wide. He is hunching over you as though he was the predator, so his full stature is unraveled, but from where you are you see it all. His arms, pecs, abs, and a V on his waist where the muscles are pulled down to support the weight of his package.

Diego shows his teeth with a smile. You breath deep from the excursion. You wiggle to try to get free but the Tiger tightens his grip,