Make her clean your cunt

You step very close to Miss Swift, transfixing her with your intense stare. You walk in a slow circle around her snd run your fingers around her body. You can smell her soapy clean skin and a hint of her sweat. That's the smell of fear. Returning to her front, you slowly reach out and unzip her sweatshirt. She isn't wearing a bra beneath it and you open it like a robe, sliding it from her shoulders and exploring her huge tits and fat, light brown nipples.

You lean your body against hers, pressing your milk swollen chest against her softer titflesh. Your lips meet and she sighs as you embrace. As you give her a long, sloppy kiss, your hands are not idle. You slide them down her sides and pull down her sweats. She steps out of them, trembling against you, her terror at being fucked by your mate melting into your hungry lips.

Finally, you break the kiss, and look at her with a sense of triumph. You can remember watching her in class, wearing those tight blouses and short skirts, drawing the eyes of all the lesbian students. Not you. To you she was a bit of a slut, a little too superior for you to really like her.

"On your knees," you say, with a savage smile.

"Do you want me to lick you?" she asks hopefully as she slowly lowers herself to her knees at your feet.

"Why yes, bitch," you say. "That's what you are tonight. A bitch. His bitch."

You grab her by her hair and yank her face between your thighs.

"Smell it," you say and she inhales deeply. You continue, "That's him you're smelling. I know you watched it on the video. He mounted me deep and fucked me and filled me with his seed. He bred me just like he is going to breed you."

"Please," she moans.

"Lick me now," you say. "Taste him."

She hesitantly extends her tongue and it makes contact with just the outer rim of your lips. She might be getting a slight taste from Maul's seed as it seeps out, but it is not enough. You step forward, straddling her face, one leg stepped over her shoulder. You press down, spreading yourself with your fingers, opening your inner reservoir over her mouth. A hot stream of cum spills out, coating her tongue and slopping over her lips. She gags loudly, but you hold her face against your cunt.

"Swallow it, bitch," you say. "Get it all out."

She fights back her gagging and swallows the lupine spunk that is drooling from your folds. You rub your slippery cunt on her mouth, squeezing inner muscles to coax out more of Maul's cum. Her tongue pushes deep inside you, guiding the flow of spunk straight into her mouth.

You look up from her and see Maul approaching. His cock is out of its sheath. He is panting with excitement, his pink tongue lolling from his fang-filled mouth.

"Here he comes," you say. "He is ready to breed."

Miss Swift lifts her face from betwen your legs, wiping a strand of spunk from her chin. You can definitely see the fear in her expression as the huge, black shape of your mate approaches slowly.