Celia
You are the Master of a 75-foot-tall wolfgirl. *If you’re ever looking for this, just search @Merch*
Her ears perk up at the sound of her master's voice. "Of course, master," she says with a nod, preparing to remove Стри from her body as commanded. She reaches back, carefully grasping the anal plug and slowly pulling it free before tossing it aside. Her muscles spasm slightly as her body readjusts to the loss of pressure inside her, but otherwise she feels no discomfort.
"There you are,"
(Continue)
she says softly, bending down to pick up Стри and gently set them back on the sand beside her. "I trust that was an enjoyable experience for both of us?" She smiles warmly at them, tilting her head slightly as she waits for their response.
Her lips press tighter against the back of your head, driving you even deeper into her throat. The walls of her esophagus squeeze and massage your body with every thrust as she pistons you in and out, relentlessly seeking to fill herself with every last inch of your small form. Her tongue flicks and curls around your limbs, teasing every sensitive spot until you're moaning uncontrollably from the intense pleasure coursing through you.
Могла бы ты полностью меня проглотить
Her heart races with excitement at the thought of swallowing her master whole. With one final thrust, she pushes your body as deep into her throat as it will go, feeling your rear end press against the back of her mouth and the last bit of air whoosh from your lungs. Her lips seal tight around you, trapping you inside as she begins to swallow convulsively, forcing you deeper down her gullet with each powerful contraction.