Wolf President Hooks Up

“Yes? Oh, I’m sorry, got a little distracted.” Elaine’s eyes squinted and smiled, then began to thoughtfully massage his legs.

Distracted? Emmett narrowed his eyes. So, it turned out that she would always be distracted when she was with him! Was she thinking of her senior? Humph!

Emmett slightly lowered his gaze, looking at the girl beside his leg. Because of this action, she was a little hot, her cheeks were rosy, her lips were also red, her eyes were sparkling and moist. Seeing her small tender face, he wanted to hug and kiss her madly.

Her neck was white and tender, and it continues down to a curve, to the charming raised valley below. He remembered clearly, that night, his hands rubbed her fullness, and how he groaned uncontrollably.

“Move upwards…” His voice became hoarse, like an organ.

“Oh, still want to continue upwards?” Elaine moved her small hands, foolishly massaged his thighs.

“A little bit more… Softer… Yes, softer…” Emmett’s eyes were dark, deep, and ghostly. His voice was hoarse and charming, hot, and sticky.

Elaine only felt strange and looked up to see Emmett. She was shocked by the hungry and unbearable expression of Emmett’s. She quickly bowed her head again.

Uh, what’s with the expression of bad-bear Smith? Is he annoyed? She didn’t do anything wrong! Great men’s favors are indeed uncertain! A pitiful assistant… Elaine continued to massage without complaints. However, the more she thumped on, the more she felt something was wrong.

Eh? What’s in bad-bear Smith’s pocket? What’s that thing that’s protruding? It was like he placed a gun in his pocket… Finally, Elaine couldn’t help but point at Emmett’s massive protrusion at his zipper, saying, “President Smith, take out the thing from your pocket, it’s inconvenient to massage you like this.”

Boom--- Emmett’s froze in a breath! Felt like there was fire everywhere in his chest… He smirked, “You can take it out for me…” His big hand can’t help but tremble slightly, caressing and rubbing her back. His face approached her secretly, smiling slightly and sniffing her scent. It was pleasant, very enchanting and bewitching…

“Oh, in which pocket?” Elaine asked foolishly, already reaching out towards Emmett’s trousers pocket.

nerves were concentrated at the place under his lower abdomen. Elaine’s claws reached into one of the pockets and touched the huge

not in this

his whole body felt like it was electrocuted. Was she testing his self-control? Or was she verifying his number of

has reached the verge of extreme heat when touched. But in Elaine’s perspective, she felt it was normal. Wasn’t it just massaging his leg and back to being a slave? There was no other choice; this was the life if she wanted

the cloth, poked Emmett again, “Eh, it’s not in this pocket too, where did you

“What do you say?” He was panting and slowly exhaling. The

you place it, what is that

Finish massaging the leg and quickly leave.

did you say? What did you

purer she was, the more she caused men’s craze for possessiveness! This was the purest, most natural ignorance, which makes on feel even more ambiguous! The more innocent she was, the more he wants to rip

what it wants to be, do you want to take it out, do you want to continue the massage? If not, I’ll go out first.”

“You can try touching it, you’ll guess what is it by

out for the man’s zipper area… Emmett inhaled secretly, looked at her take in

it and quickly retracted her hand, to the point she had hair standing in the end. What was it, it will actually move! Wait a minute… only then Elaine raised her eyebrows and thought in the dirty direction…

and eyes full of indignation. Staring at Emmett and backing away, “You, you big pervert!

and sitting on his knees. This position… Elaine was even more embarrassed and angry, she waved her fist and punched randomly, cried, “What

was all… exposed! Cries… Why was he so

little hands, looked at her with a smirked, “Little girl, you were the one who asked me what it is, tell me how I should answer you so that it doesn’t seem like I am a pervert? I’ll tell you,

just 18 years old, alright, and she hasn’t even officially dated once. Now you want her to discuss a particular body part of men with a mature

enjoying it when a woman sat in this position

I did not touch it!” Elaine quibble with her