She-Wolf - Sex Stories

She-Wolf

I am, admit, and I like being a... slut. But only in bed.

With whom? It doesn't matter if you're him or her. What matters is enjoy it in the end.

But it has to be fascinating, more than exciting. It doesn't matter where or when. What matters is that you win me over, by the way you look, dress, talk, laugh...

That you exude more than elegance or friendliness, have to have a touch of refined bitching. Incisive, abusive, that makes me curious.

It doesn't have to be beautiful, it just has to be... tasty. And make me wet my panties just looking at you.

Preferably single, but that's not an obstacle. What matters is that you make the back of my neck shiver and cross my legs to masturbate.

I like to dance before to fuck.

I like to kiss before to suck.

I need to fall in love,

if only for one night.

When it happens, when the Universe offers, a metamorphosis takes place in me.

I become a she-wolf irrational. The purest instinct, seeping through the pores of my body, making me sweat and... wet.

My breasts point, they heat up. My nipples harden, denouncing me as a slut going into heat. My clitoris swells and grows. My vulva petrifies and stiffens.

The final step in this physical transformation is my juices, coming from I don't know where in me. From the depths of my being, from of my insanity.

Drop by drop, filling my uterus. Lubricating my most intimate lips. Greasing my thighs. The sweet, hot juices of an indecent woman.

A sexual animal. An she-wolf ready to devour, chew...

To Eat.

To Fuck.

And cum.

A slutty whore, you... slut.

But only in bed, for one night.