Spike kissed Naia back, and he slid his hand down the curves of her body. It went all the way down to her rear where he gave her a good squeeze. His hands were large and covered an entire cheek of Naia, and kneaded her soft flesh as she unlaced him. After a few strings were undone Spike's manhood pushed the rest of the way out on its own. Standing tall, Spike was very well endowed. Surly he was a lion, and this was his pride. With the feel of Naia's flesh, in his hand, on his lips, and rubbing his chest, Spike was rock hard and lifted the blanket in the air much like the tent they were already in.