The sounds were obscene. All Zendaya could do was cry out for more, beg him to knot her, breed her, make her his bitch – though she knew it wasn’t ever about what she wanted. When she was sure, she started teasing her clit again, and then shifted until her ass was facing Noon. Just the images, memories alone left her achingly empty. But Noon couldn’t understand her no matter how much she begged, just nudged her with his cold nose and gave out a deep sigh as he settled in. But she didn’t complain as Noon cuddled closer, the dog’s sinful tongue lulling out of his mouth, breath on the back of his neck. But Noon couldn’t understand her no matter how much she begged, just nudged her with his cold nose and gave out a deep sigh as he settled in. Bending over and presenting whenever Noon nudged at her thighs or ass no matter where in the house they might be, going without clothes so there was never any delay.
