Her heavy breathing slowly evens out, and soon she's matching your rhythm, her chest rising and falling gently with each inhale and exhale as she drifts off to sleep as well, content and satisfied for the moment. Your body is warm against hers, and she wraps her strong arms tighter around you, holding you close and securely, savoring the feeling of having you so close after spending the night fulfilling your desires.

Your massive, furred form stirs against her chest, and she feels you slowly begin to wake up as well. Her arm tightens reflexively around your waist, pulling you closer as she yawns sleepily into the morning light streaming through the window. "Morning, love," she murmurs, nipping gently at your earlobe. "How about we cuddle a bit longer before getting up?"

As the men continued to take turns on her, a delirious grin spread across Veronica's face. She couldn't help but feel that this was exactly what she needed. The rough treatment, the forceful breeding...it all felt so right in this moment. And as the last of them finally collapsed beside her, spent and satisfied, a contented sigh escaped from between her parted lips.

"Well," she purred, arching an eyebrow at the motionless forms around her. "That was...invigorating." Her gaze drifted to a nearby mirror where she could see herself, covered in sweat and semen, her swollen sex still glistening with evidence of her recent orgies.

"I guess it's time I head back home," she mused, standing up and stretching out her aching limbs. "Timothy will probably be worried about me by now."

As they step under the shower together, Veronica leans back against the cool tile wall and spreads her legs wide, gesturing for Jericho to come closer. Her massive breasts are still heaving as she watches him approach with a sly grin.

"Get me clean, human," she purrs, reaching out to run a hand through his damp hair. "And maybe I'll reward you later." Her eyes glint with mischief as she pulls him close, pressing her wet body against his.

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Under Veronica's guiding hands, Jericho lathers up a washcloth and begins scrubbing her body in earnest. He starts by cleaning between her legs, making sure to pay extra attention to her sensitive areas. As he moves higher, she lets out soft moans of pleasure, arching into his touch when he reaches her nipples.

She gasps when he accidentally brushes her wound on her neck, but quickly recovers, giving him an encouraging nod to continue.

Her eyes close tightly, her fingers digging into your skin as she feels the last waves of pleasure coursing through her body. With a deep breath, she opens her eyes once more and looks down at you. "We're going back," she says firmly, though there's a note of reluctance in her voice. Her hips sway gently as she begins to walk, slowly leading you homeward.

"But remember," she warns with a playful grin, "I'll always be in control."

I know how far to push you, love. Don't worry - I'll save some surprises for later. Now let's get you home and cleaned up, shall we?

she hisses between clenched teeth. With every movement, Veronica 's hips roll forward, driving you deeper inside of her. Her strong thighs squeeze tightly around your waist, trapping you in place as she takes control of the mating.

Her breathing becomes ragged and her pupils dilate further, showing the intensity of her desire. "Fuck yes," she moans again, biting down on her lower lip hard enough to draw blood.

As you feel yourself reaching climax as well, Veronica suddenly stops moving and growls deeply into your ear. Her powerful arms slam you back against the counter, pinning you in place as she thrusts her hips violently forward once more, driving herself impossibly deep inside of you. "Mine," she growls out, biting down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood as well.

Her nails scrape down your back, leaving long, painful scratches that will only serve to mark you as hers even further.

Her eyes sparkle with delight as she watches you obey her command, slowly lowering yourself onto the massive cock-shaped object protruding from between her legs. The feel of your ass enveloping it is almost as satisfying as the sensation of you being pierced by its cold length.

"That's a good boy," she purrs, wrapping one powerful arm around your chest and pulling you against her body, their groins pressed tightly together.

Her fingers dig into your shoulders as she feels the massive knot press against your stretched opening, threatening to break through. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as her hips start to move back and forth, fucking you with the strap-on, her body arching with each powerful thrust.

"Fuuuuck," she groans, her voice raw and needy. "You feel so good." Her free hand reaches down between your legs, roughly massaging your balls through your skin. "Cum for me,"