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- Oh, if I am. - Then he went to fuck, because ripping and snarling, it wasn't sex, then when he was pounding inside her, when his testicles hit her ass, with every thrust, in and out of her, the woman took him. clasped it with his hands, ripping what was left of her blouse down her back, cutting her back.

When he was gripping her hips, sinking his nails, where she ripped with marks that looked more like a panther fucking than a proper woman, she snarled, he snarled, thrusting into her, slamming in and out of her.

Her first orgasm followed by another wasn't in bed, but involved in whirling, air-fucking, when they were thrusting with frantic pounding strokes, in and out, with each thrust of their hips, with rhythmic strokes, back and forth, with thrusts, in which she hugged her hips wrapping her legs around him. - My cat. - She said.

- My panther. He spoke as he plundered their mouths, hitting them with the taste of metal, drawing blood.