Despite his gruff tone of voice, Finn knew something was very different about this woman. He had butterflies in his stomach, he didn't feel nervous and yet this felt like a special moment in his hitherto wild and free life.
He had expected, for a start, for this pretty young woman to run screaming but it seems his bravado about the attention she was lavishing on his large cock had turned out to be true. Janine dropped to her knees in front of him, a hand with carefully manicured nails reached up to gently grasp the shaft of his dick. Her tongue licked the very head of his cock, quickly and almost shyly tasting the pre-cum that had beaded there.
"Is this right?" Finn heard the woman ask just before she slipped her lips around his dick and took him into her mouth. By the wolf-god, this gorgeous woman was trying to deep throat him, what an amazing find she was...and, ooh, it felt so good. Her tongue lapped around his swolen prick, slicking back and forth over his powerful flesh. Janine's free hand reached up and found his balls, gently stroking the heavy sack. Finn felt the sexual rush of the woman's determined milking of his cock flood through his body, the thrill, the desire and the hunger for more. His orgasm was like a dam giving way to a hundred-weight fluid and his seed flooded out from his dick and into Janine's mouth. The woman kept on sucking, drinking down the milky white cum with a hunger of her own.
Finn licked his muzzle-like lips. That felt good. He opened his mouth and was about to ask for more; his supernatural body already recovered and ready to fuck again, when the woman, Janine, rolled over. She presented her backside and pussy to him. Kneeling hands and knees on the damp forest ground, she faced away from him and towards the tent where her two friends remained. She merely glances back at him to whisper, "I'm yours."
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