It was well after sundown when I found the den, and with the rest of the pack out hunting, there would be at most 1 or 2 werewolves who stayed behind to defend the den. Unfortunately, my failed deepthroater was back, and was unhappy about being rudely yanked out of his warm snug home. So while I was struggling not to drown, all the werewolf felt was an ever increasing force trying to drain his balls. With his cock forming a near perfect seal in my throat, and my nose firmly pressed against his admittedly rock hard stomach, I could not get a wisp of air in me. One smooth pull out later, saliva and precum hanging in little ropes off his dick, and I could get a quick breath in. It wasn’t until I felt the tip pressed right up against my sphincter that I realized what he was about to do. Trying to push themselves deeper all the while blasting their load, i could feel as their knots constantly pushed past each other, over and over again, leaving me in a state of euphoria.
