"I'm not surprised that I can change shifts. If I could, I would change into a full black wolf."
Zannie furiously hit Ain's shoulder. "You wish."
She groaned uncomfortably as Ain's cock shrank and shot after shot of cum stopped. It was faster than she expected, she was sure Ain asked for a second round even though Zannie felt like she was swimming so full of cum.
"Do you want to continue or not?"
Zannie was a little surprised but nodded. "I said you could use me." She kissed, occasionally biting Ain's shoulder, moving up slightly to kiss a mark.
"Bond?" Zannie is fixated on a cute tattoo. It is more appropriate to call it a mixture of dashing, cute, strong but still exuding a signal of authority. The symbol of their mixture.
"What?" Ain turned his head, frowned, and didn't see anything, he couldn't see much because the bond was at the intersection of a neck.
"What is a bond? What kind of image is that?"
