Mature Woman Enjoys Intimate Encounter With An Audience

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. That gritty sensation I had felt before had long since been gone, I guess enough of the pack had blasted their loads up my guts to wash it out. Ludicrously enough, it reminded me of brushing my teeth, just with an oversized dog dick instead of a brush. Quickly opening my eyes, I was suprised at what I saw. Just when I thought I couldn’t sink any lower, I do. Even still though, I managed to pick up a few nicks and scrapes. Before me was the pack of werewolves, returned from their hunt. Yeah, I had no idea how right I was on that regard. As I felt both his hands gripping my legs, prying them apart, I knew what was about to happen, and wanted none of it. Bit of a one shot wonder, I thought to myself. At 34, I’m not quite as hefty as she was, just DDs, but