I have this idea that Arthur Morgan eats pussy like a starved man. We all know that man is devoted to the act of giving. Specifically to those he adores, loves. And god knows he loves you, loves you more than the clouds meets the skies. I can imagine him coming back to camp with fresh prey bleeding on his back, warm and heavy. His back is sore, knees aching and grime caked on his skin thick and dark. And yet, the way Arthur Morgan chooses to unwind and set himself at ease is between the sweet slice of heaven between your thighs. His favorite girl, he had been thinking all day about the sweet, heady taste of your cunt. He indulges in the ache of his cock rubbing against his pants, strained at the button to be touched and nursed of its cum. He indulges in how painfully hard his dick gets when you lower yourself on his face, and he reaps the sweet fruits of his labors and long days of work by dining on the sweet music of your pussy. He would rut his hips in the air, searching for friction almost instinctively to the sounds of your moans. He groans with every lick and suck of his lips, ever so indulging in the image of you riding his mouth with your eyes closed shut and body writhing with pleasure. The rough skin of his palms grinds you down into his mouth, his nose coming to budge against your clit almost sinfully to the way you began to arch your back and sing his name at the top of your lungs. He takes it as initiative to continue, tongue delving into your velvet slit to get that thick taste of you to fill his mouth. When his tongue comes back to pulse under your neglected clit, he relishes in the way you lewdly mewled. He carefully studies the way he flicks his tongue, the way you get louder and looser. He feels warmth pool in his belly when strings of praise fall from your lips and he remembers exactly why he basks in the taste in the first place. In his head, he knows how much you’ll complain about his ego and pride. But he can’t help the fact that only he can get you so close to that edge and ride it so hard down its finish line. That was Arthur’s favorite way to ease himself down after a long days work. Arthur wanted to leave you craving more. He enters every intimate moment of sweet sticky nectar and heated kisses with the intention to leave you wanting his tongue over and over again until you could only repeat his name. He pleasures himself to the thought of you missing his friction, his heat when he’s away for so long, leaving you needy. He doesn’t need to cum either, the taste enough to get him off on an entirely different level. Yes, Arthur Morgan is definitely a giver. No doubt in anyone’s mind about that.