He did not linger on herdistraction and quickly turned his attention back to me.The wedding affected me more than I anticipated. I was moved from them...oment the precession began. When the Bridesmaids and Maid of Honor camedown the white runway, I actually did wish I were one of them. They worematching red satin gowns that accentuated all of their natural girlishcurves. I couldn't take my eyes off the Bride as she slowly moved pastus. She looked angelic and her dress was stunning in both detail. The warg growled when I stroked his ears, his furry tail wagging. The monster liked that.The beast's tongue licked lower, caressing across my stomach. I groaned, my pussy clenching. I couldn't wait for that wonderful tongue to lick and nuzzle at my flesh. My skin felt alive everywhere the warg licked me.I bucked and squirmed. My spouses were fighting, but I couldn't care about that. I was dealing with the warg, giving it my body. He snarled and growled with excitement as he went lower. He. Despite the intensity of the two orgasms I had experienced, I felt partially unsatisfied that we hadn't ended with intercourse. My arousal beginning to peak once again, I knew the sexual encounter was only half complete, and I knew just the way to complete it. I texted my husband Thomas that I was on my way home, then another to tell him I was feeling frisky!It had just the desired effect. As soon as I got home and through the front door, Thomas was waiting for me. He kissed me and immediately. The first stroke landed across her belly, eliciting a ‘whuff’ from her; more of shock than pain- and then he began a slow forehand-backhand working up her left leg, then her right- then more steady, even strokes that tickled/stung across her belly, the tempo and the force increasing- and then he was at her breasts. She could feel the impacts; she noted almost clinically how the blows made her breasts wobble and jump back and forth as he struck. The swish-thwack-swish had a hypnotic rhythm,.