“Hey.” Tank’s normal after work growl.

“Hi, honey. Steak for dinner. Your favorite.” Erma did her best to bat her eyelashes and cock her hip. Anything to help the magical elixir do its job.

“Humph.”

“Can I have a kiss?” She puckered and waited.

Tank didn’t seem too happy about it, but he planted one on her cheek. Erma took the opportunity and threw her arms around his brawny shoulders. She rubbed her face against his bristly face and tried to shove her throat up to his nose.

Tank sniffed. Then he snuffled. Rooting against her neck like a truffle pig seeking its prize. “Mmmm. You smell good,” he said.

Erma thought he sounded a tiny bit dazed. Maybe drunk. Then she forgot to care. He shoved his pelvis against hers, and she felt a lovely hard-on. Growling and Mmmm-ing, he rubbed against her sex. He had perfect aim, each stab of his cock slid the length of her seam.

It was working!