[ what's nicer than giving people exactly what they ask for!! and the begging — that was lappland's idea too, the shirking of that blame onto her almost egregious enough for w to open up her mouth to protest as much. too bad all that leaves her mouth are those keening cries that keep rising in pitch the harder lappland rubs into her, the harder she pinches and the nastier her prospects become.
barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...
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barbs bite into wolf flesh and just the taste of diseased blood beading down her tail sets her whole body aflame. there's not a part of her that isn't pink and burning, her leg as good as boneless as it bars against her chest. lappland's got her folded up into a quivering bite-sized piece and all she can do is get wetter, her cunt easing the way for the still-rough friction of fur and flesh she's far too eager to hold herself against. submitting to whatever could sound like such a tempting idea when she's so close it hurts, but that renewed ego lappland's sporting is like a big red flag waving in the air, too obvious for w to not want to use it.
her chest seizes as lappland takes her tongue, her lips pursing delicately around her fingers. it's all she can do to suckle them desperately as her hazy eyes fix on lappland's, her throat flexing as she swallows blood and spit with a hungry ferocity. if lappland wants her to beg, she'll have to rip her fingers from the eager vacuum of w's mouth first and escape the sweeping chase of her tongue. w's just past the point of caring if she drools all over herself doing it. ]
Like this... [ she purrs, her fingers bearing into the small of lappland's back when she feels that hardened burr of flesh push against her tightly-clenched hole. there isn't much more that she needs and she makes it obvious by needing it so painfully, by opening up around it and holding lappland til her knuckles whiten and pulsing still-wetter every time she rocks her hips, her jaw yawning open in the agony of being so excruciatingly close. she can beg, or at least mindlessly babble while she rides the impact of it to howling orgasm: ] Fuck me, cum inside me, fuck—! Give it to me, gimme a nice, fat nut and fill me up and fuck me, Lappland, just like this, fuck me...