Despite his bleak mood, his body still has needs... Though he doesn't seem in the mood to even reach down there and take care of his needs.

Reminiscing back his time with Ruby sure could bring back some sorrow, but the lion had plenty of "good" memories of when he was touring with the band, coming back to a lousy motel room just like this one and being pleasantly surprised by his wife casually waiting for him laying on the bed wearing nothing else other than flimsy transparent red fishnet clothing that left nothing to the imagination.

The rock star had never used his famous status to chase some tail on the road. Never! He didn't have to; with such a supportive wife like Ruby whom was more than eager (after assisting to each of his performances) to assist to all his pent-up needs.

She would always take care of his arousal on the road, even on those nights when he felt too physically drained to mount his wife properly and slam into her hard and deep like she would scream and beg him to. He'd lay down just like he was now and watch her approach his length with her warm muzzle, teasing with the tongue all over his genitals before going down on him.

Fuck... She seemed to enjoy it too, as she would close her eyes softly while taking up his entire length in her muzzle and start purring loudly, adding a strange but very pleasurable added sensation to the whole mix. So let's say he could not physically last anymore than 10 minutes watching her perform on him during those nights.

'I miss you so goddamn much, darling!
My sweet Ruby...'