Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Three

This story's about power, plain and brutal—me hunting down whatever weak little thing crosses my path. Fox might be calling shots and pulling cash, but I'm the muscle that actually gets shit done. When the old lady opened her door thinking I was some sweet red-caped kid, she had no idea she was spreading wide for a hungry bitch. One whiff of those full grandma tits and I had her legs trembling. She gushed between my claws while I worked my muzzle deeper. I dragged my tongue over those heavy GILF nipples until she moaned like she'd been waiting for exactly this. My pussy throbbed slick and hot against her wrinkled, dripping asshole—rubbed and rocked until she came shuddering beneath me. Only after she stopped fighting did I rope her wrists tight to the bedposts. Little Red's cape still hung off my shoulders while her soft, warm body lay pinned and spent beneath me, used exactly how I wanted.