Werewolf Spider-Man

confidently bending over and teasing a wolfgirl asking if she's scared i'm too delicate —> gasping "waitwaitwaitslowdownslowdownpleaseplease" as i feel her stretch me

"mom's cunt" this, "mama's pussy" that. where's the love for mom's cock. sitting in your mom's lap, her cock buried deep inside you as you cling to her, her moving her hips slowly as she holds your head tightly to her breasts, caressing your hair and shushing you as you moan and whimper from how big it is and how much she's teasing you. mom finally cumming deep inside of you, breeding her daughter, telling you how good you are for her and how much she could tell you needed that. cmon, isn't it obvious?

Surely the tall, battle hardened, scarred, hairy, rude, vulgar, disheveled, but loyal and ferocious knight I have sworn in as my maiden daughter’s personal guard would not dare to look upon her fairness and her his roguish ways and dare to defy the marriage arrangement I have put in place for her.

I was correct not to be concerned by a potential threat to the marriage pact I have made for my fair maiden daughter. For the battle hardened, scarred, hairy, rude, vulgar, disheveled, but loyal and ferocious knight that has sworn fealty to me as their lord, and thus taken the most honorable oath to protect my maiden daughter is in FACT! A woman. Surely, my best laid plans for my daughter’s future will remain unaltered.

Don't ask ai, ask girls. They love being useful and they're much prettier to look at then a screen. Make them useful and then make them blush by praising them for being so good.

this just in: hyper independent control freak gets off on the idea of being completely helpless and at someone's mercy

meeting a girl whos just way too good at flustering you like shes got a fucking cheat guide to all your weak points and every word is terrifyingly orchestrated towards your intoxicating demise

Last time I visited my gf I "charged" her ten kisses for something, and she straddled me, pulled me in and started making out with me for like 15 seconds before pulling back and saying "one" and I didnt even have time to fully process the implications before she was back in for the second kiss and uh... well I dont remember much of the next 10 minutes other than an overwhelming sense of happiness and my face burning red >/////<

The funniest part is that i was like, counting in my head the whole time. So I got to what I had counted was like, 8 or 9 kisses in that time, so when she pulled back I was thinking "oh, I mustve missed one". And then she said "one" and suddenly I understood my mistake and it was too late to do anything except accept the next kiss 😵‍💫

Choking you out while I'm railing you dizzy, grunting "tell me you love me, tell me you fucking love me... Make your last words worth something, baby."

​i want him curious and shy and respectful. like call me mommy accidentally on purpose and look away and then tell me you don’t know what to do with yourself when it comes to me

confidently bending over and teasing a wolfgirl asking if she's scared i'm too delicate —> gasping "waitwaitwaitslowdownslowdownpleaseplease" as i feel her stretch me