Facing his sire

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*Aaron* There are certain sights a man should never see. Like his sire's hairy, flabby bare arse quivering as he pounds into a woman who stares at the canopy while releasing a small moan with the regularity of a ticking clock is one of them. I had expected to find the Alpha of Elverton asleep at this time of night and had been looking forward to disturbing his slumber. The woman, too young to be the current Luna, shifts her gaze to the side, catches sight of me, and releases a bloodcurdling scream as she fights frantically to rid herself of the toad weighing her down. "Bloody hell !" the Alpha roars before glancing in the same direction as his mistress. In an ungainly manner, he extricates himself from the lass who scrambles to the far side of the bed, snatching up the covers in an effo

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