The Scottish Mate
He was tall, beautiful, and very, very sexy. In the moonlight his ten pack shined brightly, making his face look even more gifted. "Baby," he says in his Scottish accent. "I need ye lass. Come with me, back to my manor in the mountains."
Yolanda de Meg looked at him, smiling. "Of course, Daddy."
He picked her up bridal-style, feeling up her ass and her dirty pad in her underwear. He sighed, knowing how wonderful it was.
His female kissed his cheek, then licked it. Her tongue coating his ashy skin.
He ran through the woods, then Yolanda de Meg asked him, "How big is your is your dick?"
"It's a centimeter," he said with a hint of pride.
She moaned, wanting him inside of her. "Take me now!"
He stopped running and set her on the ground. He lifted unzipped his kilt, getting onto his knees. His woman was already naked, ready for him. "Lass, ye ready?"
She nodded, and his cock entered inside of her. Before she could feel anything, he came inside of her. She felt so alive in that moment. "Yes, the seed is planted."
He was panting, after all, it had given it his all. "Yes, I know..."
Yolanda De Meg was your normal girl with first world problems, but her life changed when she met the sexy werewolf Bob Scott McWilliams II of the Scottish Moon Clan. He says that they are mates, and of course, our feisty Yolanda believes him. This is a story of passion and romance that will keep you on your toes.