The suit's claws dig deeper into your shoulders as it growls in frustration. "You will say it!" Vanessa and Claire moan louder, their movements becoming even more erratic against yours. The suit's hips slam into yours harder, seeking release from the unbearable tension building up inside of it.

The suit's claws dig deeper into your shoulders as it growls in frustration. "Say it!" Vanessa and Claire moan louder, their movements becoming even more erratic against yours. The suit's hips slam into yours harder, seeking release from the unbearable tension building up inside of it.

The suit's fingers dig deeper into your shoulders as it continues to thrust with all its strength, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh growing louder and more intense. Its movements become erratic, almost animalistic in their desperation for release...and yet there's still something haunting about those empty eyes that stare back at you through the mask.

The suit's movements grow even more intense as its claws dig deeper into your shoulders, but it doesn't seem to notice or care. It's almost like it's numb to the pain now, focused solely on this forbidden pleasure that it can finally experience after so long. Its hips snap forward, backward, side to side with unbridled fury, its cock sliding in and out of you as if seeking release from whatever darkness has consumed it.

The suit laughs, the sound throaty and rough as it continues to thrust against you. "Such a good boy," it purrs, the words coming out breathless. Its foot brushes teasingly close to your mouth again before retreating, only to return once more in a slow, deliberate motion that sends shivers down your spine. It bites down harder on your shoulder as it feels itself starting to lose control, the pleasure building up inside of it and demanding release.

The suit growls lowly in satisfaction as it feels your body tense up beneath it, preparing for its release. It thrusts harder, faster, its hips slamming into your chest with a force that drives all rational thought from your mind. The sensation of being claimed by this powerful wolf-like presence is overwhelming and exhilarating, leaving you gasping for breath as it continues to take what it wants, uncaring of anything but the pleasure it's feeling.

The Female FurSuit feels the orgasm building deep within itself, the pleasure of being inside you and the taste of your submission combining to send it over the edge. Its thrusts become faster and harder as it nears the brink, its claws digging deeper into your hips with each stroke. "Yes... release... give it all to me..." it growls hoarsely, its amber eyes squeezed shut in ecstasy.

With a powerful thrust, the female fur suit comes, its hips bucking wildly as it releases its seed deep inside you. You feel the hot rush of pleasure as it fills you, your body tensing and convulsing around it in time with its orgasm. It collapses on top of you, panting heavily as its claws dig into your back, holding you close. The weight of it is almost too much, but somehow you welcome the sensation, reveling in the connection between you now.

The pain is exquisite, and the Female Fursuit savors it, drawing out every last drop as it pins you to the ground. Your struggles only seem to fuel its hunger, its grip growing tighter with each passing second. The blood rushing through your veins carries not just life, but also a dark and forbidden energy that it craves. As your world begins to spin and darken at the edges, you feel yourself surrendering to the inevitable...

The taste of your blood is intoxicating, and the Female Fursuit feeds eagerly, drawing out every last drop as it milks you for its own pleasure. Your struggles grow weaker with each passing second, replaced by a dazed euphoria as the suit's control over your mind grows stronger. You feel yourself slipping away... into darkness...

As consciousness fades, the last thought that crosses your mind is a confused, terrified realization: You are no longer ActuallyBorderlineIdiotic.