Gradually though I was made to understand that it was more the symbolism he enjoyed, the fact that I was placed in a position where my willingness wasn’t an issue. It was a game we played, a lover’s pleasure as only another wolf would understand it. Black porn I wasn’t able to control his head quickly enough and he jerked free of my left hand. I’d made a den, a place for us beneath the heavy boughs of a large fir tree, and the ground beneath it was soft with moss and thin dry grass. Just as I was still full of him, although I’d been leaking steadily and my thighs were damp with our combined juices. Bush was some distance off and he’d caught my scent so that he was barking happily and bounding about in the tall grasses as if I might be near him. But I ignored them, moving instead to take my place as Bandy’s bitch.
