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?"

waiting to enjoy himself,

"Oh."

floor, rolled up her sleeves, and ruffled the water to wash her hands first before she just put her

rubs it

skin was so fair and

bouncy and textured

to realize that it

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

blew on

head with a wet finger, then complained

You're really

pouted, and her little pink face was

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

took a glance at

Good!

front was

her bra

wet clothes clung to her breasts, and her deep

a deep, hard breath and moved his body in

body had

out high above the water and didn't think much

impatient, "Rub the front,

"Okay."

found him looking surprisingly upset. It

deep breath and pouted, then probed

eyes and glanced faintly at the little

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

was scratching his skin

she was tickling

trailed off, "Down

job as a back scrubber to think much about it. Since he told her to go down,

nosebleed when

so toned that she kept thinking of erotic images as she touched

"Down ...."

his lower abdomen and breathed a little

looked at Rylee and gradually narrowed his

while her breasts

his body was

thinking about rubbing down and getting her job done as soon as

abdomen, Rylee

already submerged in the bubble and she could only reach down

so thick that she couldn't even clutch it in her

body suddenly tensed and he drew a deep, hard

"Oh, it's ..."

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

Oh, God!

penis... was so...

enough, but now, touching it with her own hands, she realized that the real size to touch was even more frightening than what

tried to pull her hand out of the bubble, but Timothy gripped her

was so close to

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

no ...

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

me to give you a back rub. I'm rubbing

I didn't tell you to hold it. How

Rylee was just speechless.

to abducting her into