So I went with her to the dance floor that Steve geniously created by removing furniture from the living room. It didn't take long and she was grindin... her ass on my crotch. I was beginning to set up a tent there. She was not the kind of girl you would call sexy, but she was good looking. Only a short skirt covered her ass, so I slowly slid my hand to her bare legs and started moving up. When I got to my target, I was shocked. The slut wasn't wearing any panties! I started rubbing her clit. She. The werewolves were also uncertain, milling around and talking in deep gravelly voices amongst themselves. I strolled over to a toppled marble column and sat down, Prince at my heels. A werewolf watched me do it and strode in my direction. I wasn't sure whether I'd violated some unknown rule about sitting in the Lady's presence, and debated whether to spring back up or remain where I was. Before he could reach me, Alistair was in front of me, sheltering me from whatever the wolf was going to. While still massaging her right breast and caressing its rock-hard nipple he leaned in and began licking the other breast, starting on the sensitive underside, ending by circling and then sucking on her engorged nipple. He then slowly slipped his mouth along her nipple, capturing it between his lips and teeth, stretching it longer than seemed possible. He let her nipple go with a small popping sound, reached down and slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing her wet, hot slit through her sheer. She closed her eyes as our faces neared, and our lips touched. She inhaled sharply, undoubtedly enjoying the aroma of her own pussy, mingling with the sharp taste of her juices across my lipstick.We stayed like that for what seemed like forever, while April truly and thoroughly enjoyed the new experience I offered her. In actuality, only a few moments passed before her eyes finally opened, and our lips parted. She wore a broad smile, her own ruby lips glistening with her pussy juice. Her.