Dora liked that he was a werewolf. It had to be evidenced by the tail and ears. Maybe it had been a bit of a lie when she'd always said that she simply didn't care about his lycanthropy. She did care, and she liked it. She didn't particularly care what that said about her.
She squeezed him again and met his thrust, eager to have him cum inside her. It made her feel quite accomplished and she felt a grin sneaking over her lips. Dora braced herself on his chest, preparing to move just a bit faster in order to bring him over the edge.