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fainter nipples the ran
along her torso flushed red, lifting into small mounds.
    The girl
began to pant as Aylen moved her fingers up to her clit. With two fingers she
tenderly spread the fold of skin covering it, and as she slid her free hand
down between her leg she felt the soft, pink mound stiffen and grow with her
touch.
    The air in
the high hide was suddenly warm and close, and Aylen felt heat radiating from
the wolf’s body. She shrugged off the blanket and lay down between the girl’s
legs, resting her head on her stomach as she massaged her clit. She smiled as
the girl’s short, ragged breaths shook her, and she used the sounds of her
gasps as a guide to lead her fingers to the girl’s most sensitive areas.
    Aylen’s
tongue found the girl’s lowest nipple, a tiny pink pebble nestled beside her
navel, and she felt the girl arch her back beneath her as she took it into her
mouth. She gently sucked at the tight little nub, feeling herself become more
aroused by the moment as her tongue flicked over it. The girl moaned with
pleasure, trying to slide her pussy down onto Aylen’s fingers, and she felt a
hand on the back of her head pushing her down towards the hot, wet cunt.
    Heat
bloomed from the wolf girl’s pussy. Aylen was shocked at the way it had swollen
beneath her fingers, much more than with any other girl she’d been with. The
girl’s labia were bright pink and glistening. Aylen dipped her tongue between
the lips with relish. She tasted incredible: musky and sweet at the same time.
Aylen was surprised at her own arousal, and wondered for a moment if she was
being influenced by her canine pheromones. Despite the horror of the last few
hours she couldn’t think about anything but pleasing the girl.
    Aylen heard
a low growl and she lapped at the pussy, and she looked up to see the wolf girl’s
body shift. Her arousal seemed to have caused her to lose control, and as she
bucked and writhed under Aylen’s tongue she seemed to struggle to remain in
human form. Her fingers became claws, and Aylen backed away as one of them tore
into the wall of the hide, tearing a deep gouge into the aluminum wall.
    ‘Pleeease,
don’t stoooop,’ the girl growled. In her open mouth Aylen could see fangs
growing and shrinking as she battled to control her body. Her claws gripped the
back of Aylen’s head, pulling her back towards the girl’s pussy, but where
Aylen expected to feel pain she felt only the soft pads of her paws once more
becoming fingers.
    Aylen
pulled away from the hands, quickly pivoting on strong legs to twist over the
wolf girl. She swung her leg over the girl’s head and sat on her face before
burying her tongue back between her legs.  Aylen thrust her hips forward,
begging for the lapping tongue of the wolf girl, and when she felt it she
almost came right away. The rough, hot tongue ran the length of her pussy,
lapping at her in long, strong strokes. The girl wasn’t skilled by any means,
but her large, flat tongue felt incredible. What she lacked in experience she
more than made up in enthusiasm, and Aylen soon found her own juices running
down her legs. With every hot, panting breath against her slick clit she
shuddered with pleasure.
    The girl’s
moans of ecstasy echoed in the aluminum room, the sound amplified and
punctuated by low growls as Aylen’s tongue teased the hard, wet mound of her
clitoris. Aylen reached around her ass, cupped the girl’s firm, tensed
buttocks, dug her fingernails into the flesh and pulled the girl further into
her mouth. She panted hot, gasping breaths into the girl, and a sheen of sweat
formed on her forehead as hot blood rushed through her body. Underneath her she
felt the girl’s tongue lap at her stomach, along her pussy and back to her
navel, and with a final long, wet stroke she felt herself cum into the girl’s
waiting mouth. She buried her face deep into her pussy to muffle her groans,
and she felt the girl’s mouth hungrily suck at her juices, lapping
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