<span style="font-family:Calibri">Arya was not here to talk, no she was here for nothing more than to loose herself and in a way she was. Arya had always liked sex with the right men, but she was not one that was use to being pushed around. No, instead she typically did the pushing. This time, however it seemed as though the pushing was coming from her partner, then again what was to be expected of a wolf. When he pushed her head, she </span><span style="font-family:font1509076070">accommodated</span><span style="font-family:Calibri"> him and only made her tongue curl around him more aggressively. That was until his pulled away. The </span><span style="font-family:font1509076070">suddenness</span><span style="font-family:Calibri"> of him pulling away leaving a long trail of her saliva which she wiped on the back of her hand. He seemed pleased, but she wasn't which left her with a slightly narrow glare as she didn't understand why.  That was when he turned her.<br/>
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It took the large male basically no effort to get the smaller witch to turn. She was forced to the ground as he pulled her panties off. His nails dragging down her thigh and making her shiver. He was behind her and she could feel a shiver consume her spine as she was left waiting, exposed to the cold draft that made her pussy clench. When his comment came she nearly growled out a responce, he didn't give her time. His hands ran along her skin. Grabbing her hips and slipping in. It wasn't fast like she had expected, maybe that was why she let out a small needy moan in place of words. Her nails digging into the carpet that she was on as he filled her. Crawling pace, as if he wanted her to beg for it. She let out a needy whimper, tears in her eyes from the agony of needing more. She pressed her forehead against the ground as she clenched her jaw, refusing to give into his torture. Oh what sweet torture it was. She squeezed her eyes shut and muffled a moan as the base hit her. His balls smacking her sending a shiver as her pussy clenched him unwilling to let go. This was his pace, teasing her with the taunt he would move faster but never doing so. Eventually Arya felt a groan of irritation leave her throat. She want... no she needed more and he was not goving it. She was not a fan of letting him control the pace though with his attitude, would he even allow her to take control, because despite her trying. He hadn't really allowed it. So for now she didn't want to push it. <br/>
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Again he slipped slowly in and then out. Slow. Each inch making her claw into the rug more. Her walls clenched around him, tightening. She panted, before she bit into the inside of her cheek. </span>