SAINT.
Fuck.
Do male wolves go into heat? If yes, then I was neck-deep in it. If no, then I'm the first unlucky bastard cursed with it. And this heat wasn't interested in random p***y. No. The only cunt my heat wanted was Eve's.
And maybe it was because her cunt was so goddamn tight I felt like I was splitting her in half. Otherwise, what the f**k was so special about her?
Nothing.
Yet my c**k knew better. My c**k had carved her name into my bones and refused to shut the f**k up.
She had me f****d. She had me doing s**t I don't do. I couldn't understand how she was bending me without lifting a finger. She's almost dragging me to my knees just by breathing. Made me ask for things I should have simply taken. It's my right to touch her, kiss her, f**k her, bend her over, and break her
