Akeem undid just enough buttons to be able to pull his shirt over his head, and the t-shirt he wore underneath it followed suit. While he could not exactly be described as muscular, he was in good shape for a man his age. He owed his long runs as a wolf for the wiriness of his musculature, and his mostly healthy diet for not putting on weight as he reached middle age.

Once those clothes were gone, he bent down to nuzzle at her breasts, his scruff gently scratching soft skin. He hooked his fingers in the cups and pushed them under her breasts, so they would be pushed up and now bare, allowing him to suck one hard nipple into his mouth. He was hungry for her, said his every action.