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Aethel moved to secure her position, having experienced that the wolves would do that for her if she hesitated. Soft fingers wrapped around the thick cock and she lowered her head toward it. Her soft tongue soon was sliding up along the veiny shaft, tracing the ridge along its front. She breathed deep, smelling the musk of the wolfs member. Her tongue lingered at the top, twirling right at the tip for a moment before diving for another trip up the shaft.
Feeling the wild move in behind her, she bent herself forward, shifting her knees apart in the classic position. It was surely called doggy for a reason, after all. Despite its roughness, she allowed full access to the wolfs tongue.
Feeling the wild move in behind her, she bent herself forward, shifting her knees apart in the classic position. It was surely called doggy for a reason, after all. Despite its roughness, she allowed full access to the wolfs tongue.