He flinched a few times, making it natural for me to place my left hand over his hip for support. My fingers reached deep into that rich bush, the tip of my index resting gently against the root of his manhood. I feared the heat of his touch would melt my latex shrouded digits.
Working deliberately, I built the wolf’s head slowly and exactingly. To counter the dark nature of the design, I added light touches of ochre to the fur, a subdued green to the eyes, and a rollicking red to the tongue. By the time I finished, and I swear it to be unplanned, my supporting hand had worked deeper into his curly nest. My middle finger rested between the bottom of his p***s and his wrinkled sac. At the realization, my erection rose to press against my protective apron.
Then I couldn’t help myself, I pl
