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With his pace slowing and then ending, Maude felt her toes curl in the sand as she reached her peak. The wench let out a long winded moan before he pulled away, letting her sink to the ground. She panted heavily, but had turned to the pale wolf with a giddy, crooked smile. She licked her lips, rubbing her face on the ground; her fur was still on fire. She still desired his touch. And lucky for her, so did he.

No, She raised her head, a mischievous expression on her face (when wasn't there a mischievous expression on her face?) Do yew? Maude lifted her body until her nose met under his chin. She licked there, her mouth moving to the corner of his, where she started nibbling his neck. She was entirely interested in another round, all but forgetting how their encounter started.