Wolf President Hooks Up

Rylee muttered in an exasperated whisper, "What a strange man. Why do you have to take a shower during work hours?"

"What did you say?"

"Huh? I didn't say anything."

Rylee looked up at Timothy and waved her hand in denial. Once she saw his muscles, she blushed again.

"So, when you do something wrong, you have to make it right."

"Yes, you are right." Rylee thought it through. She would admit what Timothy said, make a good gesture of admitting her mistake, and never make him angry enough to have her dragged out and dismembered.

"Come here!"

"Yes... what?" Rylee had just moved half a step when she paused in shock and looked at Timothy.

Go over there? Why was he asking her to go over?

"Don't you want to make it up to me?" Timothy pretended to be angry and frowned.

Immediately, Rylee quivered at the look on his face and rubbed her hands together as she said quickly, "No, of course, I want to make it up to you."

But... what was he asking her to go over there for?

"Come here and rub my back for me."

Timothy said lightly, giving Rylee a stern look.

"Huh? Rub your back?" Rylee was stunned. "You wash yourself every day. How can your back be dirty?"

Timothy narrowed his beautiful eyes, and looked fierce, "Don't you want to make it up to me?"

He asked coldly and scared Rylee straight into a shiver. Without another word, she took a few steps over to the tub, her eyelids fluttering as she said gallantly, "How should I do it!"

Arrrgh! She was about to break down!

Mr. Wheeler's body was vaguely visible beneath the water and the bubbles!

Damn it!

He might as well just show it all clearly, and it kept her guessing what was underneath the bubble.

Timothy looked seductive as he raised his eyes and the corners of his eyes rose gently, "Rub it with your hands. What? You don't want to?"

"I want to! Oh, not really, but gladly. I'd be more than happy to serve you."

Rylee smiled, but the smile was uglier than crying.

She bowed her head and was about to cry.

Was she going to touch Mr. Wheeler's skin with her hands?

What was she afraid of? It was touching his skin, not hers, and she wasn't at a disadvantage anyway.

The thought that this was something that would take great advantage of Timothy immediately made her gloat again.

"Just rubbing it with my hands? Don't you have a towel or something? I can't get rid of the dirty with my hands." Rylee tried to sound professional.

"Do you think I'm like a homeless person with dirty mud all over me?"

Rylee stuck her tongue out.

"So... where should I start rubbing?"

looking like he was waiting to enjoy himself, and mused, "From the

"Oh."

her sleeves, and

rubs it

was so fair and

bouncy and textured and comfortable to

hard, and it took her a long time to realize that it wasn't dirty at all.

with no dirt. I don't feel the need to rub

blew on her

up and poked Rylee's head with a wet finger, then complained dotingly,

really! You're really

pouted, and her little pink

body was pressed against the bathtub and because it was full of water, it soaked the cloth on her breasts, but she

took a glance at her

Good!

front was all

her bra was

breasts, and her deep cleavage was

deep, hard breath and

in his body had propped

suddenly came out high

looked very impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

found him looking surprisingly upset. It seemed she had upset him by

and pouted, then probed her hands onto

his eyes and glanced faintly at the

her little mouth was red and she was blowing sweet, hot

was scratching his skin

as if she was

off, "Down a

much about it. Since he told

nosebleed when she touched his

get his abs so toned

"Down ...."

his lower abdomen and breathed a little

looked at Rylee and gradually

while her breasts just trembled with her

felt his body was

and getting

lower abdomen, Rylee

and she could only reach down

a very hard object, which was so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in her

tensed and he drew a deep,

"Oh, it's ..."

with her big, pure eyes. She was dumbfounded for a moment, then suddenly realized what was

Oh, God!

penis... was so...

was shocking enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that

out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

handsome face was

were gently curled up in a wry smile, while his eyes were so deep and captivating that they seemed

... I

Rylee's. He exhaled hot air at Rylee's lips a few millimeters apart, "Aren't you satisfied with seeing

You're the one who asked me to give you a back rub. I'm rubbing

but I didn't tell you to hold it. How did you get a grip

Rylee was just speechless.

tantamount to abducting her