Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy

Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy

This isn’t your average Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy—this is primal obedience under a full moon, and Mistress doesn’t show mercy. I told him not to speak. Then he opened his mouth anyway—some trembling question, some weak protest. I didn’t hear the words. Next, I slapped them out of his mouth and shoved him to his knees. “Crawl.” He hesitated. One more second of silence and I’d have ripped his clothes with my teeth. I must use my teeth during a Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy.

But he obeyed. With his palms down, ass up, cock already leaking. The scent of it, of him—all need and desperation, stirred my blood. My thighs pulsed. My lips throbbed. The beast inside me grinned as a dominant werewolf femdom fantasy. I walked in circles, slow, letting my boots crunch against the hardwood floors. As I dragged a claw down his spine, just enough to burn. Just enough to remind him I could shred him open and fuck him raw in the dirt if I chose to.

Take your cock in your hand

Don’t stroke. Just hold it in your hand.” He whined. His fingers closed around himself like he might disappear. I bent over him. Bit his shoulder. Drew blood. His body jerked beneath my teeth. I tasted copper and power and moaned against his flesh. He craves Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy. “You don’t get to come tonight,” I growled into his ear. “You’re here to serve. Not to be satisfied.” I unzipped my pants, peeled them off slowly, no panties underneath—just soaked heat and dripping pussy.

I sat on the edge of the couch, spread my thighs wide, and pointed to the floor. “Get over here and put your tongue where it belongs.” He crawled forward eagerly, panting, cock bouncing under him like an offering. An offering I didn’t have any use for. I didn’t let him touch. I just shoved his face into my pussy and thrust into him. I’m in control of this Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy. I ground my hips into his nose, chin, and tongue until he was soaked in my scent.

I smothered him in my sweet juices, breathless and groaning like a bitch in heat. Next, I grabbed his hair and pulled hard. I learned a lot from Thirst and Temptation 

You breathe when I allow you to in this Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy

He nodded, face glistening. I pushed him back in. While his tongue worked in frantic circles, I didn’t hide how much I loved it. As I moaned, sharp and guttural, rocking against his face, dripping down his chin and neck. Until my entire body locked and snapped and came hard—shaking, snarling, feral. Just like that, allowing the beast within to come forward. When I was done, I stood, dripped onto his chest, and pressed my foot against his cock. 

“You didn’t touch yourself, did you?” “No, mistress.” “Good. Because if you had, I’d have bent you over and shoved something inside you until you learned the difference between obedience and useless.”
He swallowed. That’s the reaction I want for Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy. Then I smiled, baring sharp teeth. “Then again, it is a full moon; you must learn how deep I go.” “Keep your cock in your hand. I want you spread wide, kneeling at the couch”. Naturally, he does as he’s told. I walk to the table and grab a large wooden candelabra. It was thick in diameter, so I opened the drawer of my side table. Next, I lather it with lube.

He Begged To Be Used

“Mistress, do as you please, my body can be useful to you.” So, I crouched behind him, letting my fangs slip, and bit down onto his neck as I began the candelabra insertion at the opening to his tight little asshole. With each thrust, they opened more and more. Relaxing into the pain to find the pleasure of Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy. His eyes rolled, and moans escaped through shrills as I entered him. “Howl for me, you can stroke yourself”. Between breaths and strokes, he moaned loudly and wildly. At the same time, trying to keep up with my pace. As I continue my huge candelabra insertion deep inside his hole.

Then he continued rhythmically pulling on his cock. While I worked his body, the pleasure on his face was undeniable under the moonlight. However, I wasn’t sure if he’d earned it yet. Then he begged, but I’m not always a merciful mistress. “Mistress please???” He cried out. “Not yet, I don’t like beggars. You cum when I say so”.

My Good Boy In Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy

After a while, his pace slows. Which didn’t please me. That’s when I moved to his side. Before he could react, I grabbed his cock. I continued fucking him deep inside the ass, while I tightly and roughly pounded his dick. While I made deliberate movements, ensuring he felt every inch of the candelabra insertion. His moans became more frequent, crying out, needing to release.

“Now you may cum, be a good boy and lap it up like a good doggy,” I whispered and bit down once more. Finally, he collapsed as his body twitched and expelled a huge stream of hot, delicious semen all over the floor. At last, he’s been released during our Dominant Werewolf Femdom Fantasy. Then I remove the candelabra from his back side. Without hesitation, he licks every last drop bit by bit. Subsequently, he’s my best boy.
Are you a good boy? You want a taste of dominant werewolf femdom fantasy? Call the Mistress of phone sex. While you release your inner desires, all of your secrets are safe with me. Though you may not be on a full moon.

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