S*X WITH A WEREWOLF
She doesn't like sweat, but Mitch was her soul mate so she let it slide.
Cassie plopped up on her elbows as Mitch hovered over her. “You seem thirsty Alpha Mitch,” she licked her lips seductively. Mitch's cock struggled painfully against his pants. He loved the way she called him Alpha Mitch.
“Don't tease me, Cassandra,” he warned.
She widened her legs, giving him a glimpse into paradise. “Who said I was teasing anybody?”
"Fuck!" He gulped. She wasn't wearing any underwear.
Her pink pussy was just staring into his face. Beautifully crafted by — well, he didn't know who crafted it, since Cassandra worshipped Jesus and he worshipped the Moon Goddess.