Kinda, sorta... okay, yes! Yes!

The savage, animalistic pounding awakens something primal within you and you find that your screams of terror have been replaced by loud, horny shrieks. You are still buried face-down in a pile of clothes, so you bite down on some piece of fabric to prevent yourself from waking up the whole house.

You didn't know that you were a screamer until the werewolf's unbelievably oversized member provides your second and third orgasm mere minutes apart. It is incredible but you are wondering if it will ever let you go or if you will die here, writhing in pleasure upon its fat cock, like a tiny orgasmic worm on a fishing hook.

The beast has let go of your head, apparently confident that you won't try to scream for help, as if anyone could actually help you now. Instead it is holding your hips with both hands, pulling you back as it pushes forward to make sure that it buries itself completely with every thrust. You had no idea you could take something that big, it feels as if it's as long as your own forearm but thicker, and veined in all the right places.

After another few minutes of terrifying but amazing fucking the beast pauses suddenly and growls deeply. It feels like sitting in the tiger cage at zoo, but slightly less safe, and you wonder if the bass rumble won't wake up not only your family but the neighbours as well. It couldn't have finished already, could it? Is your pussy so numbed that you didn't notice?