Little Red: A Lesbian Fairy Tale: Part Three

This is a tale of change, of hunters and their victims. Of young ladies who followed their mother's instructions but got distracted on the way. Aligning with a small devious Vixen isn't straightforward.

I'm Wolf and I merit my place at the apex of the damn hierarchy. It amuses me when people mention my overwhelming self-esteem, for I have the power to overpower you with no means to resist. I act submissive when needed, however, when things get chaotic, I emerge as the leader, refusing to tolerate any nonsense from a cunning tiny deceiver, simply because she's the one raking in the cash.

What's my identity? Hunter, unequivocally. At the peak of the food chain, I thrive on the cries and anguish of these insignificant toys. Vixen dispatched me to attend to the pitiful old grandmother, and I not only tended to her.

Red's small cape provided me access to grandma's impressive bosom. The moment I buried my snout into her lap, she emitted fluids between my claws. Mrs.

Riding was prepared to provide me warmth, assuming I was that eponymous character. Instead, I desired to devour her misguided gold-digging figure, once I sensed those gentle GILF nipples and those luscious wet grandma lips! My carnal desire was solely satisfied when she surrended to my vigorous intimate encounter against her slick backside. Fastening her constrained form was just the final details on her pleasant seductive form.