Face fucker has started growing his knot, so no longer was his nuts smacking into my face, and I was waiting for the moment in which my poor battered cervix was going to get its umpteenth skewering. It was one thing to have them fuck me as I limply dangled. out, they were doing the exact opposite. Claws digging in from both werewolves soon put a stop to my vain motions of protest, and soon I felt his rod prodding at my back door. As much as I hated how this encounter was turning out, my body could not get enough. Weaving my way around the sleeping forms of my former companions who had their way with me, I found a raised section in the rock that would serve me well. Quickly being spun around, I was soon face to face with another werewolf, a black one with white on his stomach. Maybe I could use that.
