#223838 - Maggie knew better than to try and escape, so instead she stared up at the moon and prayed for it to be over soon. ” The voice snarled, hooking a single claw into the front of her rumpled chamois and raking it downward to easily split the garment in half. “Please stop,” her pleas were growing weaker, and the werewolf’s fucking was growing stronger.
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