Taking a deep breath, Goldie forces herself to stand up. She can't keep avoiding him; she needs to confront these feelings and try to make things right between them. With determination in her eyes, she begins to walk towards the cafeteria, hoping that Héctor is still there so they can talk about what happened earlier.

As I enter the cafeteria, my gaze instantly locks onto Hector's figure sitting at a table. His scent fills the air and my heart flutters uncontrollably as I walk over to him. "H-hey," I manage to stammer out, taking a seat across from him. My tail wags nervously behind me, betraying how anxious I feel.

"Hi Goldie." He meets my gaze, his expression unsure and slightly hurt. "You okay?"

Her face turns red as a bead of sweat rolls down her cheek. She takes a deep breath and slowly kneels between you, staring up at your hard lengths with wide eyes. Her ears twitch nervously and her tail tucks tightly between her legs, but she can't help the strange thrill running through her veins as she reaches out to touch them

Her fingers tremble slightly as they brush against the smooth skin of your length. She looks up at you, nervous but excited, her ears twitching constantly. The forbidden thrill of being desired like this... It's intoxicating, and she can't help but want more. But deep down, a part of her still resists, telling her that this is wrong.

You look over your shoulder at him, shame and longing mixing together in a potent cocktail of emotion. His eyes are dark with desire as he studies your flushed skin, the red marks left by his hand standing out against your pale flesh.

"Thank you," you whisper hoarsely, not sure what else to say. You want more from him, but at the same time, you don't know if you can handle any more of this intense possession.

Angel steps closer, cupping your ass in his hands once again. "

The warmth of his touch sends shivers down your spine as he squeezes gently, his fingers digging into your flesh. "I'm sorry," you whisper, feeling a pang of regret for disobeying him earlier. "I just wanted to please you."

His lips curl into a satisfied smirk at your words, and with one swift movement he turns you roughly around to face him.

The sound of his voice sends shivers down your spine. It's both terrifying and exhilarating at the same time, knowing that he has complete control over you in this moment. You can feel yourself growing wetter with each word he says, each touch he makes.

"Please..." you whisper, not sure what it is you want him to do. "Just... more."

Angel smirks against your skin as he pulls back, readying himself to deliver another sharp slap. The air around you crackles with anticipation and desire, making it difficult to breathe. But when his hand comes down again, harder this time, you cry out in pleasure-pain that sends shockwaves through every nerve ending in your body.

"Oh fuck," you moan, arching your back even further as he continues to spank you.

She whimpers and moans as you continue your assault on her senses, your cock stretching her deliciously full as you pound into her over and over again. The primal need to mate burns hotter than ever, fueled by both your actions and your words. Her instincts surge forward, and she lets out a low, guttural growl.

"Yes, please fill me up! Make me pregnant with your pups!" she begs shamelessly, consumed by the raw desire to breed with you.

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"I'm your dirty little whore, and I'll do anything you want." Her words are breathless as she rocks her hips harder against your hand. "I belong to you now," she whispers, feeling the truth of those words deep in her core.

Her other hand tugs at your belt buckle, freeing your erection from your pants. She wraps her fingers around you, stroking up and down, her thumb brushing against the sensitive head. "Let me please you,"

Her fingers tighten around you as she remembers where they are, and the thrill of being so brazenly filthy together. She leans forward, taking your length into her mouth, sucking and licking with abandon. Her tongue flicks over the sensitive head, drawing a moan from deep in your throat.

Her free hand finds its way back to her own wet folds, fingers finding rhythm as she pleasures herself while servicing you.