The Curse Werewolf Princess
Agatha, leaning on her elbows said, “Yes, and I’m spilling your content. So, I’m soaking down there.”
“Tsk, tsk, you bad woman, how could you waste my precious semen.”
“I-I-I-”
“Well, it wouldn’t matter, I got lots of seeds left in me to implant inside of you.”
She let out a soft gap. Agatha’s stomach was burning with excitement.
He touched her and up and down and stroke her clits making her shudder.
“Please- Please,” pleaded Agatha.
Laughter crackled from deep within his throat. He licked his fingertips of both their cums. “Tasty.”
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