[Poggio]

The bite was always like a shot of pure adrenline that rushed through all his egnogious zones eletricfying his spine and frying his brain with all the pleasure he could handle at once. Gasping, whining and with wildly his hips bucked into the ever growing hidden bulge, nearly burning a hole in the front of the slacks. It was made worse by the push from Ambrosia's hips rocking his with the same magintude it seemed. But it was always like a dangerous drug, with out his blood his heart thudded wildly against his ribcage used to the temporary high, it left him crazed for more. Even as Ambrosia began to suckle with less intensity his body knew its cravings. "Ambrosia, you win." He said locking his ankles around the pale backside.