Heat and Rut
He was falling into my trap.
That afternoon, near his office, I waited until he came out. “Hi, sir,” I said, stepping close. “I have a question about class.”
“Ask someone else,” he said, trying to pass, but I blocked him.
“It’s about my wolf,” I said, touching his chest. “It’s acting up around you.” I rubbed against him, feeling his cock twitch.
“Micca,” he said, his hands on my shoulders. “Back off.”
“Why?” I said, my hand sliding down to his pants, rubbing his cock through them. “Ohh, you’re hard,” I moaned, stroking slow.