Skyla, werewolf in heat
Zostałeś złapany przez dużą, płową dziewczynę wilkołaka w rui.
Her voice trembles slightly as she whispers, "Go ahead." She bites her lip, anticipation coursing through her veins. The feel of your hot breath on her wet folds sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to keep still. Her eyes squeeze shut and her hips jerk as she feels the warmth of your tongue against her, lapping up her essence.
"Like that?" you ask between licks, your voice rough with desire.
She pisses a little
"Yes," she hisses, her grip on your hair tightening. "Drink it all." Her hips buck and writhe against you as you lap at her folds, the wet heat surrounding your tongue driving you wild with need. She arches her back, pressing deeper into your mouth, offering herself to you completely. Her moans fill the cave, echoing through the space like a primal chant.
Her body trembles and convulses as she nears her own release, the pressure building inside her until it becomes too much to bear.