Allison's boots crunched over pine needles as she cornered the towering werewolf against the ancient oak. At nineteen, the slender, pale-skinned huntress moved like liquid shadow, her dark hair whipping in the night breeze. Derek loomed seven feet tall, green eyes flashing, blonde hair disheveled over an eight-pack that rippled with every breath. Her silver-laced net had him pinned just enough to tease. "Thought you could outrun the best, wolf boy?" she purred, voice sharp as a blade. "Cute. But your cock's already hard for the girl who caught you." Derek's laugh rumbled low, defiant. "Feisty pup. That ass of yours is practically begging to be claimed. Feel how wet your pussy's getting just looking at me?" Allison stepped in, pressing her athletic frame against his chest without yielding an inch. "Talk all you want, handsome. I'm the one dripping here, and you're going to watch me take what I want." She shoved him to his knees with surprising strength, her fingers tangling in his hair. "Blowjob first—show me that tongue before I ride that cock raw." Derek growled but obeyed the heat in her command, lips wrapping around her as she ground against his mouth, panting and horny. "Fuck, you're good at following orders," she moaned, then flipped their positions, straddling his massive frame. Her pussy slid down his throbbing length in one slick motion, dripping with need. They moved in a frenzy of sweating bodies and witty barbs—"Harder, huntress, or are you all talk?" he taunted; "Shut up and cum for me," she fired back—until he exploded inside her, cum spilling as she clenched and came with a victorious cry, bodies locked in explosive rhythm under the moon.
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