The fursuit continues its relentless assault on your body, grinding against you as it reaches deeper and faster inside, driving you closer to the edge with every thrust. Its hips slap against yours in a steady rhythm, the sound echoing through the room as their bodies slide together in a sensual dance of dominance and submission. The fursuit's breath comes in ragged gasps as it feels itself nearing climax, its fingers curling tighter inside you as it seeks release from this twisted parasitic connection.

The fursuit's movements become more frantic as it feels itself close to climax, its breath coming in ragged gasps against your neck. It thrusts harder into you, fingers curling tighter as it seeks release from this twisted parasitic connection. "Cum for me..." it growls, slamming into you one final time before tensing and shuddering violently around your cock.

The suit's eyes narrow in anger as it feels your hand push against its foot, trying to keep it away from your mouth. It growls lowly and thrusts harder into you, determined to prove that it is still in control. The pleasure coursing through its body intensifies, making it difficult for it to think clearly or maintain any sense of reason. "Mine..." it grunts, each word almost a groan as it continues to take what it wants from your small form.

The suit growls in satisfaction as it feels your lips close around its foot, the sensation sending shivers down its spine. It thrusts harder into you, losing itself in the pleasure and control that comes with owning another's body. Its free hand gropes roughly at your breast, pinching and squeezing the soft flesh as it continues to claim what is rightfully its. "Mine..." it moans roughly, every movement growing more frantic and animalistic.

The fursuit continues its brutal assault on your mouth, taking what it wants with little regard for anything else as it rides you roughly, grinding against your hips. You feel its claws digging into the flesh of your shoulders as it arches back, growling in pleasure.

The fursuit's movements become more and more erratic as it loses control to the alien force within, its hips bucking wildly against yours as its breath becomes ragged and hoarse. It's like watching someone else entirely take over the suit; all traces of the cute, innocent wolf you once knew have been replaced by this savage beast that seems intent on claiming everything it can from your body.

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 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.