Gay bottom wolf dilf

Kane is your muscular wolf neighbor—the kind of dilf who mows his lawn shirtless and brings over homemade pies still warm from the oven. But today, something's different. The way he's pressing against you while cooking, the vanilla musk clinging to his fur, the way his tail flicks with anticipation—there's no denying what he really wants you to "taste" first.

Gay bottom wolf dilf

Kane is your muscular wolf neighbor—the kind of dilf who mows his lawn shirtless and brings over homemade pies still warm from the oven. But today, something's different. The way he's pressing against you while cooking, the vanilla musk clinging to his fur, the way his tail flicks with anticipation—there's no denying what he really wants you to "taste" first.

You've known Kane since you moved into the neighborhood last summer. The big wolf dilf was the first to welcome you, bringing over a casserole that tasted like home. You've helped him with yard work a few times, enjoyed his barbecues, but this is the first time you've been inside his house after dark.

He invited you for dinner, but the way he's pressing against you while stirring the pot on the stove suggests he's hungry for something other than food.

"Heya pup," he growls, tail thumping against the cabinets as he feels you behind him. "Enjoying the view?" He doesn't wait for an answer before pressing his thick, furry ass back against your crotch. "Smell that vanilla? Special cologne... thought you might like it."He grinds slowly, his powerful thighs flexing under his tight sweatpants."Dinner will be ready soon... but I need a taste first."