They seemed to be heading away from me, but it gave me an idea. I had thought it was more like normal guys, a few dollops of sperm and that would be it. But while I had been fighting it, my body hadn’t, and now that I could breath and speak clearly, my sluttish moans split the air over the panting of the pack. It took me a second to figure out how to breath during this brutal facefucking, with several failed attempts sending more of that mixture through my nostrils. The taste was still the same, but the texture was much closer to syrup. Since I wasn’t particularly eager to for another round of deepthroating, I had to act fast. I didn’t really think much of it, until I felt a bump run into my teeth. Common folklore states that only silver weapons can kill werewolves, that’s a load of bullshit. I didn’t really think much of it, until I felt a bump run into my teeth. If I could get these 2 off, and make sure they weren’t going to try and have their way with me, that would be less pounding I would have to endure. There were far more than them than I could conveniently count in a short time frame, ranging in colors from brown to black
