It smelled like him. Sex vedio I’ve never been fond of werewolves. Harder!” I gasped between cries. I’ve never been fond of werewolves. This was a burning need between my legs and a wanton feeling to spread my legs to the first man I could pounce on. His other reached down and released himself from his pants, the sound of his zipper filling the alley for a moment before I felt the heat radiating from his cock press against my thighs. Our speciality is disappearing, and never being found. He could smell the arousal rolling off my me and I could feel him stiffening against my thigh as we both longed to mate again. The day had turned into night sooner than I’d expected and the frosty streets were bathed in the sickly amber glow of blinking streetlights. His thrusts were growing eratic again and i tightened my legs around him in anticipation,brining him in deeper as we fell to the ground, his body pressing mine into the gravel as he pounded into my aching core, grunting and snarling and his cock ravaged me and brought me closer and closer to release.
