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Sunspot, being a very competitive sort, reached the finish line first. A warning growl rumbled in her throat as the stimulation swelled to levels that were overwhelming and almost painful, and then her vision went black. She growled again, the sound keening and somewhat hysterical, her body freezing beneath the male's as white-hot pleasure seared through her tightly-wound muscles.

It seemed to last an age, but eventually, Sunspot relaxed with a breathless,"Ahhh..." Her body was cramping and sore, but a wide, wolfy from had settled permanently into her features.