He just let out a long grunt as he was pulled out. He would have just grabbed her and ravaged her body, clothes and all, right in the stall while the cats made out, but she would have a fit with that. He waited, his eyes focusing in the darkness to make out her swaying form, reaching out to take hold on her sides and grope her body as they walked. When he was pushed up against the wall, he just grinned and returned the kisses happily. His member was full and hard under the leather, and his hand blindly helped her unlock the door so they could slip inside into near total darkness. There was always a candle near the entrance to the cellars, and he managed to stop her for a moment while he lit it, though his skirt was tugged down by her while he picked up the candle’s holder. His cock snapped up to full position as he turned and pressed it against her clothed body, kissing her more and more while they descended down.<br/><br/>No one would be able to see the candle if they were this far down, amongst the wine barrels, though the dirt would be their bed for the night. Unless she had the forethought to store a cozy mattress, his clothes would be thrown up onto the barrels so they wouldn’t be dirty. He was throbbing, rubbing against her body, grunting and groaning already. He needed to destroy her, make her beg for his being…<br/>