Casey pushed herself up off of the floor of the mine. Her bra was left on the ground behind her, leaving her completely topless and exposed. It wasn't as if there was a reason to put the bra back on while the werewolf's cum covered her chest anyway; all she would do is stain the lacy red material. Once she was on her feet, the thick coating of jizz on her chest began to slowly drip down her cleavage and breasts, running down her stomach and leaving her half-covered in it.
She didn't bother trying to clean herself off. Casey liked the feel and looked over being covered in the monster's spunk; it was a reward for a job well done. Besides, what was she going to clean it up with? There wasn't exactly a towel handy. She was stuck like this, messy and marked by her quarry turned lover. Casey wasn't naive to think that the werewolf had feelings for her; he simply enjoyed her body. She turned her attention to the seven foot tall monster standing above her, heavily muscled underneath his black fur.
He found her desirable, and that was all that mattered to Casey. She really wasn't thinking ahead at the moment. Grant, the other hunter with her, could find her at any moment. How would he react to seeing her covered in werewolf cum? She didn't really care right now. All she knew was that this might be the only time she could have a werewolf claim her virginity, and she wasn't going to pass up the chance.
She was still aroused from their encounter at the pharmacy, and having the monster titfuck her and mark her with even more of his musky cum, had her dripping in arousal. Her panties were soaked, and she needed to be satisfied. Her eyes moved over her werewolf lover, moving down to linger on the still rock hard red cock emerging from his fur. Even after glazing her in his seed, he was still stiff and ready to go again, and Casey didn't intend to wait.
The werewolf was looking down at her, waiting to see what she was going to do. Maybe he was testing her, seeing if she was going to run away or stay with him? Casey had no intention of leaving. Her eyes were fixated on his perfect cock, on the tapered head and thick ribbed length. Her mouth was practically watering just looking at it.
Casey stepped in closer to the werewolf, her hand returning to around his cock. She wrapped her fingers tightly around the cum-slick pole, slowly stroking him. The werewolf let out a soft growl, encouraging her to continue, and Casey did. His cock was so hot against her fingers. The feel of him was amazing.
"I want to taste you," Casey murmured, looking up at the monster. "Your cock feels so wonderful against me, but I need to know how you taste." The werewolf showed no sign of understanding her, but she didn't expect him to. He'd soon know what she meant.
Both of her hands worked his thick length, encouraging more pre-cum to begin emerging. Casey wasn't just going to jerk him off this time; she wanted, needed more from him. She slid down to her knees in front of the werewolf, sinking down until she was level with his large cock. He was right there, inches in front of her face. Casey licked her lips in anticipation, wetter than ever.