Puternic was alive and he needed to breath - the broken bed gave him the right opportunity to reposition himself. Differently from Alexa, whose sealed lips would not turn into purple because of an oxygen shortage, Puternic needed air, lots of flesh air: he was burning from inside, since Alexa's needs by far surpassed the one of the most active and fit girl he had already fucked. Always with his eyes opened and the firm grip on the nape of her nape, he realized that after penetrating Alexa some times, she was actually covered with a shiny layer of sweat, making her body glisten under the weak bulb light in his room.<br/><br/>Was he so good to the point of bringing life back to a dead being? Whatever it was happening to Alexa, there was not time to waste. Every second was driving him crazier and his release seemed farther.<br/><br/><strong>"You must do better than this"</strong>, Puternic growled angrily, removing his member from her, as he straddled over her, keeping the grip on her neck. Once more, Alexa felt her neck being pulled up as he raised her off the mattress, as if she were light as a feather. His hand took her face to the whitewashed wall, nearly smashing her chin on it. Again, any ordinary woman would be bleeding, possibly with the nose broken. Luckily, Alexa was not any woman. While his hand kept her face on the wall, his other hand opened wide between her thighs, making them spread. His large trunk and rippling abs muscles backboarded her and for the first time, the nape of her neck could move freely.<br/><br/>No freedom was awaiting for her though.<br/><br/>Her wrists were strongly held and pinned against the wall. Rather than keeping her feet on touching the wood ceiling, Puternic raised her off floor, so that his member could have more freedom of move: he was not bending for that woman, just as he had never bent to any woman before.<br/><br/><strong>"What we have got here"</strong>, he whispered in Alexa's right ear, while his glande, still covered with her liquids, moved down the cleavage between her butts to her asshole.<strong>"Is this also good?"</strong>, he mockingly asked, just to move his member farther down to her bottom. It was his time of toying with his prey, which once looked down at him and at his scent.<strong>"Or is this better?"</strong>, Puternic said as his glande swirled around her pussy: his member was so hard that the werewolf did not even need to use his hands to be precise about where he wanted it to go.<br/>