Despite all Reyland’s efforts to keep an open mind, to accept that the she-wolf on top of him did not know what she was doing, his mind was losing the battle to the supple skin pressing and rubbing against his prone body.
He had never been this close to anyone in his life, let alone a full-flesh female.
Not only was his temperature rising, but his pole, with her leg against it, was also starting to rise.
She shifted her left leg against the mounting pressure, rubbing against him, and this time, Reyland could not hold back.
He moved, attempting to roll her off him, but she clung to him, one hand grabbing his left breast, while the other, under his right arm squeezed his fleshy side.
He groaned, grimacing as her rough palm grazed his n****e.
He bit his lip to hold back his voice, break
