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He was absolutely hating this with some resistance. Almost pulling himself further back even if his lips kept kissing. But he was definitely getting closer to letting it out. And all he can do was stare at the cunt of a queen with hate. All that angry hate.

Even hating to kiss her feet, Deadpool wasn't going to budge and shook his head. Trying to at least make a dying effort to fight back. It was good that she's putting him in this position, but he was fighting like crazy to get back some control. Even if he was horny.

He was at this point giving her daggers from his eyes. Needing to respond in anger, but being called a cuck was a new insult. Even if he kept kissing whatever she put into his face, he was trying to fight back and regain control to stop. Even throwing his hand at her thigh.

He was going to be that puppet, having to pull down her underwear and stockings to get every busty big part of her body out. Leaving her naked completely. As much as he tried to fight back her next request, he did give both her feet a kiss. Giving her that angry stare.

held down by her ass. “Oh no… I think they tore, better take these ruined panties off.” He slowly licked his maw as he tore them off, waiting for her to do the same to his clothes. It was clear she was interested and what better way than to just let go and be just as wild.

He can't even moan after her kissing and biting. Making it more difficult to communicate before his body would obey by working to strip her top off. Freeing Emma's breasts. Next to work on her pants, almost trying to rip them off. He was hungry for her.

The bulge in his pants was as clear as her ass would be under clothes. “I can either pull them up, or rip them off. What could it possibly be?~” She was expecting a good boy? Doesn’t she know he’s the Bad Dog! The werewolf grinned showing a hungry flash of fangs and teeth.

He couldn't speak or bark witty chirps in her direction. It felt like he was completely unable to even say anything, but willingly chose to follow what she was demanding. Mask lifted up for her, hands getting grabby to start stripping Emma free of her costume...

A little tickle would catch Deadpool's brain. It almost drained him right on the money with an echoing voice, but it brought more influence into him. Drove him to take action. Not rejecting the idea, he'd quickly lift the Queen to be pinned up on the couch.

“I’m smart enough Y’know when to let go.” He enjoyed her little show as her toned legs moved to adjust and her large ass practically swallowing those panties. “You can say that… or maybe I’m just a hungry wolf looking to take a bite out of your pristine cake.~”

"Emma? You need to actually talk. . Ah!" He didn't expect for Emma to be so forward and stroke him like this. Actually it was making him want to moan already for her like a horny prick. "Clearly you've always had an eye for me, Frost. . Maybe now we should break a chair?"

He couldn’t help but grin, he could smell the power behind it and chuckled lightly. “Sorry, it seemed so invitin’ I just couldn’t help myself. It was almost like I had no control.” He released her ass, yet was quite curious about her regardless.

If she’s doing that on purpose, only to want dogs, then she’s never had a wolf before. Cue a hand boldly planted firmly on her bouncy ass cheek. “Ya look like ya need a hand.”

"More tempted in having some mommy and daddy time together? Considering you've gave me that title, it'd make sense for us to play out the roles of two pent up parents, right?"

She’s carelessly flaunting a Full Moon and there’s a werewolf who’s gonna notice.

" Why not put those Hellfire Gala cheeks up in my face? Always useful to have a chair around in case you grow tired. I'm just saying! "

