Shifters Temptation
Even this mild contact over her clothing has me harder than a fucking rock and my teeth lengthening.
Since she didn't freak, I keep spanking, hard slaps that echo off the Italian tile. "You hacked me, Catgirl?" I smack her again and again.
"Where were you like twelve?"
"Fifteen," she gasp. "I never took anything I swear-ung." The last sound from her lips sounds too much like I'm fucking her instead of spanking, and my vision tunnels, my wolf clawing to take over. I stop spanking, struggling to slow my breath. I keep my hand on her ass, because well the thought of not touching her kills me.
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