“Yes!” then Archer gently slid into her entrance, as she moaned loudly, feeling every inch of his dick. “More…more…more…” she moaned loudly.

Archer gradually went in and out, torturing her entrance with his tool as she grabbed his back. She ripped her nails into them as she felt the sensational pain dominate her. The more he did, the more she felt the pain of being deflowered most strangely. Then she cried loudly, and her face changed to a werewolf, roaring loudly under the full moon.

She roared, and Archer changed too, roaring too like ravenous animals as he entered her entrance.

The group which circled her began to twirl around...