The hunt is never just about the chase. Sometimes, it’s about the surrender—the moment when a soul stops running and lets me take them, trembling and eager, into the dark. But tonight, I crave something different. I want to feel the heat of a body beneath mine, hear the desperate moans as I ride a cock with slow, deliberate strokes. My pussy aches for the stretch, the fullness, the way a lover’s hands grip my hips as I take what I need. Who will be brave enough to let the Lamb have her way? Or will you make me hunt you down?