Latte was certain she would. Drifting closer to his groin, still trying to wrap her head around the fact that this was actually happening, she seized the moment. Bringing her muzzle up to the region where his shaft and hefty nuts met, she pressed her nose against his flesh, taking a deep, greedy huff of air. As his natural, domineering scent flooded her sinuses, she shuddered, eyes fluttering with delight as she savored his aroma. He smelled perfect, a divine mixture of both natural studly aura and an exotic element that could only belong to him. Try as she might, the scent alone earned a moan from her, as she nuzzled herself against his package, flagging her tail high and proud, a trail of her essence connecting it to her snatch.