Chapter 11In the wake of his explosive orgasm, Wolfe stretched out on top of her, and his muscular and perspiring body went slack. The head of his d**k, which had finally lost some of its rigidity—but surprisingly, not completely all, Blythe realized in joy—caressed the moist folds of her tunnel entrance.
Reveling in the warmth of his splendid nudity, she clawed his buttocks with her fingernails and relished the dusting of hair on his cheeks. Concurrently, she explored the backs of his long legs with her feet, digging her heels into the hairy flesh.
“You’re an extremely naughty vixen, aren’t you?” Wolfe whispered against her cheek, his voice coarse and his breathing jagged from the carnal regalement. “Hungry much, sweetheart?”
Blythe laughed. “I’m such a lewd slut, aren’t I? Once again,
