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Chapter 170: Cathartic fuck
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... ckered ring of muscle twitching and contracting like a living wound trying to seal itself shut, a sign of her regeneration as a transformed werewolf. The raw, inflamed edges glistened with a mix of her own slick fluids and traces of blood, the scent of iron and musk heavy in the air, making my nostrils flare.
While pinning her down by her narrow hairy waist, the fine and soft fur matted with sweat digging into my palms, finally feeling my resolve crumble like a dam breaking under pressur ...
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