But even worse, I did not feel the scratches from his claws healing, and my ass was not closing back up like all those times before. There was no control on my end, he was forcing me up and down all to his preference. As I got up, he forced that oversized puppy maker right where I did not want it to go, right into my tight womanhood. During all of this, he had kept his hands on my hips, and when I slipped off, I found out why. Instead of growing his knot outside, he crammed himself down my throat before his knot had begun to grow into its full size, and held it there, forcing my jaw to stretch out to accommodate this obscene intruder. As I felt time running out though, I frantically ground harder, as though I was beginning to run out of dicks and wanted them to last long enough until I was stated. The pleasure was secondary, I kept telling myself, I just needed to make sure there was no round
