Cabin Puppy
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Última publicación dom, jun 16, 2024
Haaaaaaaiiiii :3c Thanks for opening my work!
Ever taken edibles with coffee at 10PM and have a delirious spiral into thinking about werewolf transbians? I have!
Please, read this list of tags to see if you'd vibe with my work!
Primal and Feral Play, Mating and Heat Cycles, Musk and Scent Marking, Armpit Stuff(!), Biting and Blood, Canine Noises, Bondage, Blindfolding, Romance, Sweaty Transbian Sex(!!!), Leashing, Exhibitionism, Choking, Gentle Femdom, Butch Domme, Femme Sub, and, of course, Cabin in the Woods.
For a meta description:
Valeria is a Latina trans woman, frustrated with her job, and lost in life. She is 20 years old, 1.70m (5'7") tall, fairly chubby, smart, but unwise.
Jane, our werewolf, is a White trans woman, working as the park ranger of our story's forest. She's 2.20m (7'2") tall. She looks like she's in her late 40s, but, in reality, is almost 90 years old. She's very well built.
Jane's parents made some sort of deal with a powerful witch, giving her the curse. She started transforming at a young age, making her used to the pain and desperation from her heat cycles. She has a thick, strong cock.
Both of these characters are mostly simple ideas, and will definitely get more complex as I get through the motions. I intend to make these two swap a lot of fucking fluids with each other. I might add consensual somnophilia/drugging, but I'd like to test the waters with the tags mentioned above.
I'd like to thank reddit user u/DarlingMollie for the inspiration! If you like this type of stuff, I would recommend you listen to her erotic audio series!
Either way, thanks for reaching the bottom of the desc.! I don't really open Wattpad that often, as I write in Google Docs... For any recommendations, ideas, or if you just wanna come by and say hi, my tumblr is @frankiebornagain / frankiebornagain.tumblr.com. You may try to find my twitter, but I don't do business there.
With care,
F.V. :3c
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