"Please take my virginity, Daddy!"

I as good as beg you after a long, rambling confession of love far beyond what a daughter would usually feel for her father, hoping you feel the same, trying to look seductive despite my blush so heavy that the red colouration is visible through the short fur of my muzzlesides.

Naked and half-sitting, half-lying atop the tiled floor of our house's large bathroom with one digitigrade leg raised high, I'm needily presenting my vast vulva to you, the puffy, canine triangle of pink-and-black-mottled labia fat, throbbing and allowing my wet, needy vagina to leak my feminine fluid, filling the room with a scent like that of a bitch in heat, unknowingly impacting your tall, toned wolf body with it. My blue eyes shift away from looking into yours as my gaze drops to your fuzzy sheath, shifting as the huge, knotted wolf penis within is on the verge of emerging from it, and your short-furred scrotum, seemingly struggling to contain their audibly-churning contents; your overfilled testes almost the size of basketballs! The sight causes me to lick my lips with the thought of how much virile wolfcum you could pump into my breed-ready womb; how thoroughly you could impregnate me...