Katherine Heigels s Close Encounter of the Wolf KindChapter 12
The third wolf was howling. She had been neglecting the poor beast. Now she drew him closer. The wolf leaped up, mounting her from the side around her ribcage. Katherine held his cock against her swaying tits, rubbing the hot prickhead against her taut nipples and nudging it into the soft crevice of her deep, smooth cleavage. Like some intricate fucking machine, woman and wolves ground together. Katherine's mouth and cunt were interchangeable. Her lips were slurping like cuntlips, her...