Bitch in Heat

Dragging her claws across his chest Carmon tore his shirt off his body, tearing it to shreds only to push both his hands up over his head, using the frayed remains of his shirt as restraints, binding his writs together. Yet, still, Allan made no movements, made no sounds; gave no resistance. He remained frozen in place, amazed at the sudden change of her demeanor, the sudden switch of her character mesmerizing him; enchanting him as the member between his inner thighs began to grow in firmness and strength, preparing itself for the battle it was soon to ensue.