The older Veela enjoyed it so much rougher then the younger Delacour did. She was lucky that Allyson was so willing to please. Releasing more pheramones, she kept her head tilting as her claws extended. They made short work of the clothing covering her wife's crotch. The claws retracted, and soon they were plunging rapidly into the Spanish girl's pussy.
"Let uz go find zee little ones."
Gabrielle laid there, watching Lisa with detachment. She stared at the other woman without being able to focus on her. Breathing was something she had to force herself to do when she remembered about it. Her body seemed to want to shut down completely. Was this what dying was like?
"You ask like I vud know. You could put pink carnations on my grave?"