Mirko and the Wolfpack

Mirko and boundaries didn't get along. But I would at least, hopefully, steer him toward a more civil visit by making him knock first. As soon as my fingers wrapped around just one of Leon's swollen biceps, my pussy clenched. A new wave of howls made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. And yet my body yearned from Mirko's fingers to dig into my flesh for his teeth to nip my cunt.