That seemed a fact. But why was he doing it? xnx Just as the first dog had done he paused to sniff my crotch. After having eaten I went into the living room, idly browsing the bookshelves. Didn’t his dogs like it? His big dog was fucking me, would be knotting – hurting – me and he just told me to enjoy it. No sign of surveillance. He was growing inside me. I could not stand the sight of him and lowered my gaze. Getting fucked by a werewolf. My hands curled into fists, fingernails digging into my palms. Would this be my life from now on? His body covered me like a warm fluffy blanket. The sound of his shoes as he followed me echoed in the small room. So I waited, tried to prepare myself for what was about to come.
