Matthieu grinned, his eyes drinking in her tight, round ass.<em>A thing of beauty is a joy forever.</em>After a few moments' appreciation, and after tossing away the rest of his own clothes, he sank to his own knees. He grabbed her ankles: one in each hand. He could feel her body tense, but he didn't pause to enjoy it. Instead, he yanked her ankles sharply apart, legs scraping along the hard gravel floor. With his eyes, he followed the curve of her ass down, to the small, damp fabric of her panties. To the silhouette of a pussy he had already conquered in many ways. On his knees, he moved forward by degrees until his already-hardening cock rested against the crux of her. He pushed forward, making sure she felt it, and placed his claws on either side of her waist, barely inches above the tiny thong straps. He pushed a little harder again with his cock. Just enough to make her squirm....