Her eyes went a bit dreamy - the image of him mounting her form behind, her long hair tugged sharply, neck arched flashed through her mind - then she stuck her tongue out at him, catching her breath, hair tousled.<br/><br/>"Do I look like a wolf?" She rakes her fingernails along his chest, leaving reddish skin and a soft ache. "If I really was one, I wouldn't have come here. I would have stayed home and had puppies. Wolves, you know, value tradition and social order over everything..." She purrs, feeling the ache in her lower body shift and cool a bit as he teased - then the deep thrust made her gasp, her fingers grabbing handfuls of his hair, her body tensing for a second, then relaxing.<br/><br/>"Oh, you feel good too." she manages to whisper back once she regains control of her breathing. "If you'd only..." she bites her lips, a slight blush creeping on her pale cheeks. Her hips move, in small circles, her hot insides clenching around his shaft, milking it. An impish glimmer in her eyes, and a little embarrassment.