S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
Beautifully crafted by — well, he didn't know who crafted it, since Cassandra worshipped Jesus and he worshipped the Moon Goddess.
But whoever the fuck constructed this perfect sweet pussy was a fucking genius. He growled as he widened her legs further, sinking his fingertips painfully into Cassie's thighs. She flinched a bit, but his possessiveness turned her on. Her nipples poked from beneath her dress. Mitch lowered his lips down to hers.
Cassandra placed a finger on his lips stopping him. “Huh huh,” she shook her head. “You don't get to kiss me yet,” she smirked. “Not until your lips are soaked in my pussy juice,” she smacked her sexy lips.