Quickly growing tired of the side of his bright red rod sliding in and out of me and repeated close ups of his stomach, I closed my eyes, in the hopes of shutting out as much as possible of what was happening. As he got to work pounding my cleavage, I snapped my fingers on both hands trying to call for 2 more, and got several. You would think with him having managed this extreme level of depth I wouldn’t have to taste any of his precum, right? The one in front of me won that race, the knot grinding against my g-spot, and soon after the second knot forced its way in, really grinding that knot inside me, bringing out my long awaited eruption of pleasure from me. Knowing exactly what it would do, I began doubling my efforts on my swilling down this forced feeding, since I hoped it would drain it quicker, and I was going to need air soon. Claws digging in from both werewolves soon put a stop to my vain motions of protest, and soon I felt his rod prodding at my back door. Looks like I will have to go for more drastic measures.
