Mate? She wants only the large Werewolf meat...

The idea of her bad tempered campmate was repulsive, but she had a

momentary urge to tie to woman up and, perhaps, **** her with a

jagged stick or some other painful tool. But her eyes slid back to

the form of her mate as he hunched over the bitch and slammed into her.

She cried to no end, and Janine liked it. She moved over to sit on a

smooth spot, against a tree and began to stroke her wetness, her

fingers dipping into the warmth of her small cunt. She shut her eyes

and sighed, jamming them in as deep as she could, but it wasn't enough.

"Wolf! I demand you!" She screamed. It seemed right, she would bear

his children, he would obey her needs. "Mate, fuck ME!" She sat there

with her legs spread and she smiled as he looked up. In a flash he was

over her, gripping the tree and shoving his largeness into her mouth.

It was all she could do to keep herself from **** to ****--happy.

She gripped his rear as he slammed his pelvis into the tree, crushing

her skull as he did so, his huge, thobbing mass of meat tearing down

her throat. She felt her flesh tearing, but she felt it healing with

an equal speed. All she wanted was to please as his veined pole of

fuckmeat slammed through her mouth, throat and down past the line of

her collarbone. She'd be dead if it weren't for the healing that took

place.

All she could think was to please him, and she's scream for more if she

could.