Poppy and Little Red's love-making became ever more violent and I noticed that some of the play bites were beginning to draw blood. They growled and moaned and cried, a sound like a dozen cats on heat, baying before the moon. Little Red was bigger and more forceful than Poppy, and she tossed the blonde girl over onto her tummy and clamped her jaws around her exposed neck, fixing her in position. I suppose Poppy allowed this to happen, the ultimate demonstration of faith and trust in one of her lieutenants. With Poppy secured and unable to escape, Little Red placed three fingers into the blonde girl's hole and began to thrust violently.
Poppy cried and moaned and wailed and writhed as though attempting escape, but it was no good. Little Red's jaws bit deeper, over-mastering the smaller vam
