I want to keep you for myself. Milf sex Dyri moaned and flung his head back as the wolf poured hot seed into him. “Aitu, what brings you here so late?”
The wolf didn’t reply. “Turn over for me, sweetling. In this moment, he was like them, a woman in the throes of passion. He graced the tent Dyri shared with Inotogo a few times, though only sometimes for the reason many of the males visited. “Please,” he begged. The training became a regular thing. His nose pressed against the delicate skin that lay between the sack and the human’s ass. Aitu smiled as he pulled away. “Fill me with your pups.”
Aitu pulled back a little and looked into Dyri’s eyes. Aitu smiled as he leaned forward and ran his tongue along the silky skin of Chilam’s sack. His voice held a tone of admiration.
