I observe that she is weeping. What is the significance of a prostitute to me?
My erection has returned. Prepared to penetrate and obliterate her v****a.
“Approach and assume a quadrupedal position,” I instruct. I wish to observe your genitalia while I engage in penetrative intercourse with you.
She complied with the instructions given to her. She was on all fours.
I am pleased with what I observe. Her genitalia appears alluring. It was pink and saturated with her fluid. Pleased with her genitalia. I thrust into her.
She yelled, “Ahhhh.”
Her v****a enveloped my p***s. I proceeded to penetrate her with greater force.
“She moans in pleasure as she begins to relish our intimate encounter.”
I pulled her hair. My grunts intermingled with her moans resonated around my apartment.
The bed trembled, and my thrusts became increasingly forceful. I started to lose control as I engaged in intercourse with her aggressively.
Her screams escalated into tears as she implored me to release her. I rotated her position, grasped her leg, and plunged back in once again. I have yet to attain my climax.
“Kindly allow me to depart.” “You are causing me pain,” she wept. .She attempted to distance herself, but I maintained my hold on her. I have not yet finished with her genitalia.
Her flavour differs from hers. I lose my composure when engaging with this maid.
“Please,” she implores.
The mind was consumed by want. My ejaculation is not imminent.
I was still engaging in intercourse with her when my door unexpectedly opened. It discloses no anybody other than him.
“What are you doing?” he bellows.
Jessica’s Perspective
“Oh my goddess, it is you, Zora.” “You startled me.” “What brings you here?”
“I am here to astonish you, dear,” she whispered. “I have been anticipating your arrival. Where have you been?” I have missed you.
“I have been training alongside Jimmy,” I responded.
“Indeed, you have been training diligently. I propose we have a girls’ outing. What are your thoughts?” she enquires.
“Zora, I lack the time for leisure.” I have numerous tasks to complete. I must not become complacent in my training. Are you referring to my opponent in the confrontation? I reply. I apologise.
“It is acceptable, proceed at your own pace,” she murmured. Let us proceed inside.
I experience remorse for rejecting her. While her idea is not without merit, it is not her responsibility, yet I lack the time for happiness or enjoyment. I exist solely for the purpose of vengeance. Zora and I entered, and she commenced discussing the individual she encountered.
“Is he your partner?” I enquired of the blushing Zora. It is evident that she is already enamoured.
“I doubt his capabilities.” I do not perceive any mating tie or attraction between us. “He is an exceptionally pleasant individual,” she remarked. I aspire for him to be my destined partner.
“I hope so, dear. I will support you,” I declare.
After hours of discussion regarding the individual, she ultimately departed. I hope he does not cause her harm.
It is time for my bath. I disrobe and enter the bathroom, but an extraordinary event transpires. An occurrence I never anticipated or wished to encounter again has manifested once more.
“I apologise for causing you concern,” the voice states. I recall the identity of that voice; it belongs to my wolf, Layne.
“Oh my goodness.” Is that you, Layne? I vocalise loudly. “Are you genuine? Please confirm, this is not an illusion, correct?”
“This is Jessica.” “I have returned,” she murmurs gently.
“Layne!” I exclaim. Layne has returned. My wolf has returned.
I was leaping and shouting. Joy permeated my heart. My previously lifeless spirit was rejuvenated with joy once more. I am unable to comprehend this. I am astonished that my wolf has returned and is more powerful.
“What transpired, Layne? I enquire. “Why have you been mute until now?” I miss you greatly.
“I empathise with your pain and sorrow. ‘I can hear you calling my name, but I am too feeble to answer,’ she articulated.”
“I appreciate your struggle for survival.” “I am grateful for your rescue,” I wept. My existence is only due to your intervention.
“Do not weep any further, my dear,” she stated, “he preserved my existence.”
“Who!” Who is the individual that rescued your life? I am perplexed by her statements.
“Jirehz saved my life. I am uncertain how he discerned my peril, but he rescued me just in time,” she stated.
I am increasingly perplexed. Who is Jirehz? I am unaware of his identity.
I informed her, “I am unfamiliar with Jirehz.” Who is he?
“He is the Alpha king wolf, our former mate.”
What?
I was astonished by Layne’s revelation. His human guise appeared to jeopardise our safety, yet his demon wolf shape provided salvation. What is transpiring?
