Jagson groaned as the tiny blonde omega in front of him swallowed the length of his member down her eager throat. He tugged roughly at the rope around her neck when she grazed him with a bit too much touch of teeth causing him to hiss.
“Let me out if you can’t handle a bit of pain p***y” Cyclone sneered at him. Jagson rolled his eyes at his wolf. He put his hands on top of the she-wolfs head, holding her steady as she throated his c**k In slick bliss. “Quiet Mutt, she’s a good w***e, but a toothy one” he shot back. Cyclone snarled in reply. “I like her, she’s eager, and obeys well. She’s certainly served her purpose and then some these last few months” he retorted. Jagson found himself agreeing with the wolf. The blonde in front of him had certainly escaped certain death a number of time
