You should hear it, too. The tearing of fabric, the grunting of a struggle, the way a singular finger of his pressed into me made me moan so desperately, how I gasped and panted and swore when his claws dug into my thighs, deep enough to make me bleed, and his mouth was on my clit, my cunt dripping, wet and warm and gushing every time his tongue tasted deep in me... It was nearly disgusting, how needy and eager my body was, the squishing and squelching as he filled me. The way he growled in my ear might not have been picked up on camera, but the way I screamed when he sunk every girthy inch, all the way past his knot, in me was. His hand was over my mouth- best to muffle me, truly- but there is no denying how loudly I sobbed as he kept pounding into me, how hard he made me cum when he promised me a litter... He knotted himself in me, left me whimpering and stuck on the biggest cock I have ever taken, nothing leaking out of me until he decided he could pull out of me. Gods, it sounded like a waterfall when we untied ourselves- I nearly came again feeling his seed pouring down my thighs into the dirt and grass. The way our breathing sounded together was so wonderful, and I must admit, I caught very few words of his after being made his cocksleeve. I heard the way he called me his perfect fuckdoll once, his beautiful Lovey a few times, all during, but after? I missed most of it. But his voice was so warm, so sweet... I did not need to know what he said exactly to know that he was saying just what I wanted to hear.
It is a good thing we caught it all on tape, actually. I might get to know what sweet praises my charming Wolf offered me at the end. You know, after quite nearly splitting me apart on his perfect, giant bulge~
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