Vanessa Faces The Harsh Reality Of Justice

Soon, a mixture of many fluids pooled, werewolf precum, drool, and my own love fluids, standing testament to this bestial act in which I found myself a part of. With each thrust he was getting deeper until he was smashing against my cervix like so many had before him. Immediately, several more werewolves leapt up to stop me if I ran, but instead, after grabbing ahold of the thick shaft of the one whose turn it was I seemed to have paused, walked deeper into the cave, swaying my hips with more than neccesary, despite everything in me screaming to run. As much as I hated how this encounter was turning out, my body could not get enough. Even worse to have a massive cock shoving itself down my throat while I rush down to meet it. His probing at my entrance brought that burning within me to the forefront, even over the massive impalement stretching out my sore throat. I have told people a variety of different stories regarding my worst ever week, but this is the true accounting of it.