it over her head. All of that long black hair of hers tumbled down her front as she stretched her arms over her head and balled her shirt into her hands.
Her breasts were large, almost too large for her small frame. He knew she wore baggy clothes to hide them and that her shirts made her look heavier than she was. Her ribs pressed against her skin and her flat tummy stretched, showing off how firm and well-toned her body was.
It was a perfect package. A spunky little bitch , fire burning inside her with passion and willingness to take on life. She was happy, willing to accept a challenge and not afraid to walk with danger. On top of having a perfect personality, her body was breathtaking. Her white cotton bra barely contained her breasts. The material glowed against her dark skin. It was a damned good thing her eyes were closed because she’d probably laugh at him if she saw him drooling like a starved pup.
Erin dropped the shirt to the floor and held her hands over her head for a moment, opening her eyes slowly while she continued stretching in front of him.
His arousal had him too hard to keep the change completely dormant inside him.
His heart pounded, pumping blood in his veins almost too fast for his human body to handle. His teeth pressed against his gums and his muscles grew, making his clothes feel way too tight and confining. There was no way he’d encourage her to rush her striptease for him though. Some torture was worth enduring.
“Like what you see, wolf man?” she purred, her lips looking pouty when she closed them over her teeth, which had also grown just a bit.
“You know I do.”
She smiled and her sharp teeth glowed in the darkness. Slowly she lowered her arms, stroking her body with her hands. She held her breasts, her small hands barely covering them, and squeezed slightly. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, fighting to maintain control as she taunted him with her partially naked body. She ran her 55
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fingertips down her ribs, over her stomach until she reached the top button of her jeans.
He licked his lips, following the movement while his cock throbbed painfully against his own jeans.
“Want to see more?” she asked.
“Take everything off.”
She growled deep in her throat, swaying slightly, moving her hips back and forth to a silent rhythm that matched the primal pounding of his heart. His mouth went dry when she unzipped her jeans and then pushed them down her hips. She took a moment to slide out of her shoes and socks, kicking them to the corner of the room before turning around and bending over. She pushed her jeans to her ankles. The little bitch didn’t have on any underwear.
His cock screamed at its confinement in his jeans while all blood drained from his head. His little temptress had a body that would put him on his knees within minutes.
More than he needed to breathe, he needed to bury himself deep inside her, feel her heat wrapped around him, let her hot come cling to his cock.
“God damn.” He couldn’t think, could barely fucking move. “Stay just like that.”
He took a step forward, feeling the pain in his groin when he moved but enduring it while grinding his teeth to keep sane. With little effort, she could completely control the moment. Yet he saw how much she ached to please him. The wildness that burned inside her needed taming. Although with the way she bent over her bed, brushing her hair to the side in an effort to see him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to change a damned thing about her.
“What are you going to do?” The excitement in her voice added to her sultry tone.
“You’ll find out.” He had plenty in mind, if he could move without exploding.
He pressed his hand against the small of her back, just above her perfectly round ass, and with a quick movement, Juan used his other hand to unsnap her bra. She gasped when it sprang free, the straps sliding off her shoulders. Her full, round flesh appeared as the material slid
Her breasts were large, almost too large for her small frame. He knew she wore baggy clothes to hide them and that her shirts made her look heavier than she was. Her ribs pressed against her skin and her flat tummy stretched, showing off how firm and well-toned her body was.
It was a perfect package. A spunky little bitch , fire burning inside her with passion and willingness to take on life. She was happy, willing to accept a challenge and not afraid to walk with danger. On top of having a perfect personality, her body was breathtaking. Her white cotton bra barely contained her breasts. The material glowed against her dark skin. It was a damned good thing her eyes were closed because she’d probably laugh at him if she saw him drooling like a starved pup.
Erin dropped the shirt to the floor and held her hands over her head for a moment, opening her eyes slowly while she continued stretching in front of him.
His arousal had him too hard to keep the change completely dormant inside him.
His heart pounded, pumping blood in his veins almost too fast for his human body to handle. His teeth pressed against his gums and his muscles grew, making his clothes feel way too tight and confining. There was no way he’d encourage her to rush her striptease for him though. Some torture was worth enduring.
“Like what you see, wolf man?” she purred, her lips looking pouty when she closed them over her teeth, which had also grown just a bit.
“You know I do.”
She smiled and her sharp teeth glowed in the darkness. Slowly she lowered her arms, stroking her body with her hands. She held her breasts, her small hands barely covering them, and squeezed slightly. He closed his eyes, just for a moment, fighting to maintain control as she taunted him with her partially naked body. She ran her 55
Lorie O’Clare
fingertips down her ribs, over her stomach until she reached the top button of her jeans.
He licked his lips, following the movement while his cock throbbed painfully against his own jeans.
“Want to see more?” she asked.
“Take everything off.”
She growled deep in her throat, swaying slightly, moving her hips back and forth to a silent rhythm that matched the primal pounding of his heart. His mouth went dry when she unzipped her jeans and then pushed them down her hips. She took a moment to slide out of her shoes and socks, kicking them to the corner of the room before turning around and bending over. She pushed her jeans to her ankles. The little bitch didn’t have on any underwear.
His cock screamed at its confinement in his jeans while all blood drained from his head. His little temptress had a body that would put him on his knees within minutes.
More than he needed to breathe, he needed to bury himself deep inside her, feel her heat wrapped around him, let her hot come cling to his cock.
“God damn.” He couldn’t think, could barely fucking move. “Stay just like that.”
He took a step forward, feeling the pain in his groin when he moved but enduring it while grinding his teeth to keep sane. With little effort, she could completely control the moment. Yet he saw how much she ached to please him. The wildness that burned inside her needed taming. Although with the way she bent over her bed, brushing her hair to the side in an effort to see him, he wasn’t sure he wanted to change a damned thing about her.
“What are you going to do?” The excitement in her voice added to her sultry tone.
“You’ll find out.” He had plenty in mind, if he could move without exploding.
He pressed his hand against the small of her back, just above her perfectly round ass, and with a quick movement, Juan used his other hand to unsnap her bra. She gasped when it sprang free, the straps sliding off her shoulders. Her full, round flesh appeared as the material slid
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