The bottle

Leanne grabbed the bottle and turned to face her attacker. Squeezing the bottle as hard as she could Leanne sprayed its contents into the beast’s face, the liquid hitting him directly in the eyes. The wolf-like creature stood stock-still, he seemed stunned as the contents of the bottle dripped from his long snout. Leanne didn’t know what to do. She thought about running but he was still looming over her menacingly. Then he released a sudden and terrifying roar, causing Leanne to retract in fear.

The monstrous figure snarled as he brought his massive head closer to her face and sniffed at her, his nostrils flaring widely as he inhaled her scent. His scowl seemed to turn into a grin as her scent flooded his snout. He bent his head lower and buried it between her naked tits. Leanne squirmed as she felt the cold wetness rub against her soft flesh but otherwise was too scared to move. Gradually the wolf-like thing moved further down until his nose was pressed against her white lace panties.

He gave a low growl and bared his teeth in a sinister grin. Leanne began to panic and tried to withdraw but she had nowhere to go. She was backed up against the edge of the sofa and only a short drop to the floor beyond that with little chance of further escape.

The closeness of his snout sent a quiver through Leanne’s body. She could feel his hot breath against her pussy and an excitement began to build. The beastly figure began to sniff deeper and buried his nose between her soft thighs. He could smell her excitement growing and with his furry snout pressed so close to her slit it only increased her wetness. She thought back to what happened last time and wasn’t sure if she could go through with that again. Although she knew she might not have a choice.

“Aaiiieeee!!!” she squealed. The werewolf pressed his rough tongue against her wetness and tasted her sweet little hole. Her hands went to his large head and grabbed onto the thick dark fur. He lapped at her again and drew another shriek. Yet the young woman didn’t try to push him away. If anything she was holding him there against he snatch, forcing him to inhale her scent and use his sandpaper-like tongue to taste her juices. Leanne peered beneath his great furred body and saw his member becoming erect. The giant red-tipped tool unsheathing itself as his excitement grew with her own. It looked even more massive than before!

Her breath was becoming short and her heart was racing. She knew the beast was likely to try mounting her soon and she was running out of time if she wanted to control the situation. His animalistic instincts would quickly take over and then she would be at the mercy of his desires.

She reached down and slowly eased her white panties down her smooth thighs, uncovering her shaven slit. The beast immediately **** his head forward, lapping hungrily at her exposed pussy. “Ohhh… Goddd!!” groaned Leanne. She bucked her hips against his massive skull, allowing him to explore deeper with his rough tongue as it licked busily around her hole.

Her juices were flowing freely now and she had little control over herself as she felt her knees begin to weaken. Her bare arse was perched on the back on the sofa as she supported herself on the werewolf’s skull. Her arousal was beginning to peak, her desires matching his, and she knew what would happen if this went on much longer. There wasn’t much time to do anything and her mind was too focused on the pleasure building inside her to think straight.

Leanne licked her lips. If this was going to happen it had to be on her terms or there was no telling what he might do with her once his instincts kicked in.