The worg leaned foward, giving one lick along her face, before grabbing the front of her tight blue shirt, and ripping at it, exposing more and more of her perky cleavage to the air.  Desperate to get into her pants, it didn't much care about the thin material, and soon enough her shirt was torn ribbons on the ground, while the worg licked and nuzzled at her bra.  It would be odd to her, but the Worg knew what it was doing, knew that if she got sexually stimulated, it could begin to drain her powers.  But it wouldn't stop with just her top, its biologicial need to penetrate with her, to breed a new batch of worgs from her womb was paramount, and by now its rock hard cock was aching, waiting to be inside of her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>