Your Daughter

“Get out,” Gael screamed.

The wolf whose balls were buried deeply in her whimpered, even the shock from the yell won’t turn his hard dick into flaccid. This was too unfair. He had taken his sweet time preparing the both of them since she said they had all the time in the world.

Falling on the ground from Gael’s kick, Lameck groaned. He grabbed his hardened dick and spoke, “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Who is speaking to in such a manner?” Gael asked, spreading her legs wider.

Lameck swallowed hard, the she-wolf in front of him was crazy, how the hell could she kick him and still find it fine to seduce him like that? He licked his lips, shook his head to clear the fogginess, and said, “if you don’t want to fuck, you just say it, Gael.”

“I don’t want to fuck.” Gael said, her right hand moving slowly to her tummy.

“Then what do you want?”

“I want you to get the fuck out, damn it!” Gael whispered.

Lameck stared at her for the last time and left the room, holding his dick as if it wa