GREGORY’S P.O.V
I cannot remember the name of the she wolf in front of me but one thing I do know is that she knows how to take a d**k. I frequented her a lot because she did things just as I liked; she didn’t touch me, she stayed silent and she allowed me use her like my own personal rag doll.
I had her face pressed into my office table as I slammed into her from behind. The only sounds coming from her were grunts and moans as I spilled into the c****m. I pulled out of her and went to dispose of it. The last thing I need is one of these she wolves getting pregnant and demanding to keep the child; the clean up would be messy.
I had righted my trousers in the bathroom and returned to the office when I saw her still n***d and in an instant I was hard again. She grabbed her clothes and mad
