That is surely one hot otter, but a beast should need never be contained by a lime green swimsuit. Let me help you get that off so the beast can roam.

I thought I saw an animal walking around in my work shed. I always suspected my neighbor was a beast.

I love how a simple jockstrap becomes an irresistible invitation on a perfect ass.

Werewolf or not, the mantra remains: never too hairy.

Even a werewolf has to rest, but make no mistake that he will be in control even if he lets you fuck him.

The tats help to warn you that this beast means to take control. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

Even werewolves have a softer, sweeter side at times.

All that back hair gives me something to hold onto when Daddy is pounding my hole.

Whatever the beast wants, the beast gets.