You know, all sexy-like. Thick voluptuous booty just practically talking to me. Making me stare at you. Making me lose all sense of composure. Making me have the thought “what was I saying again? ”.
You should’ve smelled like that either. With your lotion and your perfume. When I’m around you and I smell you I become a moron.
And you shouldn’t have stared at me like that. You know, right in the eyes. Haven’t you ever heard that you’re not supposed to stare a beast in the eyes? Especially a wolf.
I mean, seriously, what did you expect was going to happen? Did you think I was just going to let it slide? Did you think I was just going to walk away?
No fucking way.
I am running on a concoction of endorphins, testosterone, and pure adrenaline. So get the fuck over here already. As I grab you by your fucking soon to be messed up hair.
I’m going to fuck every hole in your tight little body until you beg me to stop.
And then I’ll stop.
And I’ll make you beg me to start again.
And I will. And when I do, I will make you cum so many times you lose count. But after all, it’s your fault anyway.
You shouldn’t have been so damn sexy.