“Better hurry. I’m getting hard already.”
Wolf listens.
* * * *
July 18. Tuesday morning. Rainy. Windy. Chilly for summer. Wolf has one hour to accomplish what he wants with Tin before he has to show the condo at Tessa Estates to Mario Dixon, the famous paperback mystery writer. Sixty minutes. No more. So he gets down and dirty with Tin because he’s hungry…hungry…hungry for his flesh. Strips him out of his clothes, licks his chest, licks his d**k, and licks his asshole.
The condominium is forgotten: it’s walk-in sauna; its access to a private gym and swimming pool on the first floor; the French restaurant called La Rue to the right of the complex; its balcony that overlooks the Allegheny River and part of the steel city; its…
Tin is on his knees—right where Wolf wants him. Tin groans
