The Pack's Hybrids
Aislen’s response was breathy, her head lolling on her neck, held in sway of her body so that when Talen lifted her to standing, she was surprised and moaned as her body lost grip of their c-cks.
“Turn,” he laughed, enjoying her disappointment and steadied her as she pivoted and knelt over Heath. He gripped Heath’s c-ck, guiding the werewolf into her. “Lie on Heath,” Talen caressed along the ridges of her spine as she did so, and Heath stroked his hands up her ribs, over her arms, and into the tangle of her hair as they kissed.
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