Wolf Tales III
Chapter One
She really needed to get the ceiling patched. Shannon
Murphy stared at the ugly crack running from one corner
of her bedroom to the light fixture in the middle, only
vaguely paying attention to the man diligently licking between
her legs.
His short, coarse hair irritated her inner thighs. He had
a death grip on her buttocks that would surely leave bruises,
and while he slurped and licked her pussy with enthusiasm,
his tongue managed to miss her clitoris completely.
Shannon tilted her hips, hoping Robert would take the
hint and lick where it counted.
That doesn't sound right. Robert? Richard?
Shit. She couldn't remember his name.
Whoever, he missed his cue. His tongue stabbed her
pussy, then he sucked her labia between his lips. His slurping
grew louder and his fingers tightened on her butt.
Bruises. Definitely bruises.
The ceiling caught Shannon's attention again. Maybe
she could talk the landlord into new paint? A different
color? That would be nice. Change was good, wasn't it?
Not always. She really th ... read full excerpt from: Wolf Tales III ebook
