Are you?” the repeating gif image of a woman sucking a well-endowed male arousing, to say the least, even to his eye. She bowed her head and whimpe...ed, he was pissed and she was about to get punished, she felt it coming and it wouldn’t be pleasant. “Yes daddy. I’m sorry, I just wanted to see what all of my friends are going on about. They talk about sex all the time,” her words soft as she just knew her dad was about to blow a gasket. “Get over here girl,” he demanded. His eyes were ablaze. And though Werewolves are the most famous, they are no more common than any other Were. No more likely to be seen than a Wererabbit. Every Were is different, transforming into a different animal upon the nights of the full moon, retaining the ability to do so on other nights as well. Being a Were is not a curse, but a gift. A birthright. It is not something that can be transferred to another by biting them as the stories suggest. Instead, it is genetic, like any other genetic trait, being. He walks over and with one arm around her waist he pull her into him and kisses her."Seems like you are too," she says as she feels his throbbing cock within his pants pressed against her."Tell me, Julie...how much do you want me?" He asks and she responds my taking his hand and bringing it down to her wet pussy. "That bad, hm? How kinky can you be for me?" I'll do whatever you ask as long as you let me feel that cock of yours inside me again." This makes him grin."Anything?" He asks and she. It was without a doubt the sweetest, most tender kiss that I had ever had and I felt myself melting. As we continued kissing I could feel him growing excited once more. Oh, my lord! He didn’t want to do it again already, did he?I didn’t know what to do. I still felt pretty sore down below. On the other hand, what kind of wife would I be if I refused my husband on our first night together? I thought about how using my hand on him earlier had seemed to make him feel really good. Maybe this would.