Brown was one miserable lycanthrope, that was for sure. His cock was as hard as a branch and it wasn't going away. It didn't help when Pitch and Glow began groping one another in that unmistakable precursor to another rutting session. He watched helplessly as his powerful leader began suckling his mate's breasts and teasing the pert nipples with playful growls. When she spread her legs to his questing hand, Brown's head almost exploded with the heady scent of her sex that wafted all the way over to where he was lying. He could smell the combined union of their juices and his mouth exploded with saliva while his hard...