”“Hopefully, I’ll have an answer in a couple of hours. How about giving me a call around eleven-thirty or twelve? I won’t go to lunch until af...ter we talk.”“How about I take you to lunch around that time?”“Dan, forgive me for being so stunned by this information. It’s I who should be taking you to lunch.”“We’ll work out who buys lunch after we get a solution to our larger problem. I’ll call you shortly.”Dan left the bank and returned to his car. From there he drove north a few streets and parked. ” We kept this up for about 10 minutes until I had spit up all over his cock and balls. He would spit on my face or slap me when I got up for air. He then pushed me back and said “get on this couch and bend over.” I did, a little woozy from the mouth-fucking and he then moved behind me and, spreading my asscheeks, began to lick my ass. It felt good and I began to rub my pussy to relax my muscles, preparing for his big cock.“He then moved his cock near my ass and began to push it in. He. The deep voice bellowed. She moved to the edge of the mattress slowly on all fours, in agony after the fuck fest her body had endured over the past 24 hours. As she tried to stand she fell to her knees. That is when John appeared in front of her. Thats where you belong you little whore. On your knees, sucking a cock. But Im not&hellip, she was cut off by John shoving his cock in her mouth. What were you saying whore? he questioned her as he held a fist full of her hair holding her in place. . He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the.