Hanging Wedgie Stories Novels & Stories

whatever he asked. I stepped out of the shower, rubbing a towel all over my body before tying it at the waist. "Hun, I did something for you this weekend," I said before I exited the bathroom. "What's that sweets?" Wendy asked as I turned the corner. Her eyes still buried in the magazine. I dropped the towel as my c*ck, starting to swell, began to rise between my legs. "I saw something in one of my magazines...and I was thinking of you," I lied. "and I decided to do something. "What Hun.?", she asked still enthralled in the magazine before her. "This, " I said with emphasis. Wendy's eyes met mine in puzzlement as she looked at me wondering just what the hell I was talking about. Eventually

Blood soaks my tank top and drips down the back of my tactical vest. Wade tosses me a worried look, and I nod at him. The wounds hurt like hell, but they aren’t terribly deep. Liam is at least pulling his punches and swipes. Liam takes advantage of Wade’s glance and tackles him to the ground. They bite and claw at each other angrily, never causing severe damage. Until Liam forces Wade onto his hind legs and then tosses the full weight of his enormous body onto it.