Cursed to be my Mate
Besides, only she could really talk to her wolf, and Nisha was able to back.
Biting her lip, Amira slid her large hand along the lines and contours of Rhys’ abdominal muscles and to the ridiculously large cock wanting to be touched. Her hand wrapped around Rhys’ length, and she mused that if she was in her own body, it would take two hands to rub one out. But Rhys had large hands.
She started to stroke, throwing her head back to the strange feeling of touching herself, or well, touching Rhys’ cock. Unable to stand whilst trying to concentrate on masturbating, Amira sat in the empty bathtub on the ground after grabbing one of the small hand towels.