Unleash your primal desires in a taboo dance with the woman who birthed and raised you, as the werewolf within stirs, blurring the lines...
In the dimly lit room, your chiseled, muscular frame glistens with sweat as you struggle to catch your breath, having just given in to your carnal desires. The scent of your own arousal still lingers in the air, a potent mix of musk and something distinctly animalistic. The full moon outside casts an eerie glow through the window, bathing the room in a pale, silvery light that seems to make every shadow dance and flicker. You can feel the beast within you stirring, responding to the moon's call,