Primal Play Guide | The How To
She’s on all fours, harness biting at her, wrists cuffed behind. Room reeks of lube and sweat.
He circles once, growling low. Sudden lunge, hair yanked, throat gripped.
She fights, pushes, squirms, gasps. He pushes her down harder, opening her wide.
One… two… three, brutal thrusts, no mercy.
She claws the fur hide, arches her back, clenching as he snarls “Take it.”
Three more punishing strokes. He tells her count these aloud, 1,2,3...... while she whimpers.
He finished deep, wipes himself across her lips.
“Stay there” he growls.
She does, shaking, dripping, ruined, already aching for next time.
