Zannie was quite quiet while Ain treated her as a personal rag doll bouncing on a big cock.
Zannie's glazed eyes slowly blinked as she felt Ain's cock grow bigger, a passionate curiosity filled Zannie's brain overcoming common sense. Automatically, there is no need to question common sense, that's losing track.
Zannie looked up resting on Ain's chest and looked at a wizard's face. The werewolf was shocked to see Ain's red face full of sweat and then the pheromones of a sweet mixture of roasted coffee and roses radiated violently.
Zannie decided from now on that pheromone mix over Ain and she was her favorite smell.
"Damn, is he an ancient Greek god?" Zannie's mind was buzzing with common sense, the war in her head was alternately planting random ideas.
It's okay, Zannie was willing to admit Ain's good looks inside and out after he digressed, drool on the corners of his lips. Ain drooling because of sex!
