He Wolf with the Red Roses, by Chloe Tzang© 2017 Chloe Tzang. All rights reserved. The author asserts a moral right to be identified as the author of...this story. This story or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the author except for the use of brief quotations in a review. [Boy:] On a hot summer night, would you offer your throat to the wolf with the red roses?[Girl:] Yes.[Boy:] I bet you say that to all the. You chose a partner at the socialization center, then went to visit him the next day.”“Very true. Except I’d never met him before that.”“I also must ask why you went to a socialization center if you already have a permanent partner. Surely, he meets your physical needs.”I see the light of understanding glimmer in his eyes and he stares at me without saying another word. I’m not sure what he understands though.He coughs uncomfortably. “Of course. I believe your health is restored, N. Reynolds.. " Please." She whispers. What would you like?" I ask. " Don't stop till you cum." My cock jerked inside her and she winced. I gaze at her. She is smiling through her tears. My cock is jerking again, she is wincing again. Slowly I drew myself back till only my cock head had her stretched open. She sighs. In one long stroke I buried myself completely again. She winces, sucking in a breath through her clenched teeth and then let out a tense groan. I retreated again and pushed forward again, slowly. Steve plopped onto the couch and flicked on the TV. He watched Sports Center for a while, not really paying much attention. Then after about 15 minutes he walked up the stairs to his room. True to her word his wife was out cold in the bed, her rhythmic breathing showing her to be fast asleep. Steve thought for a moment about forcing himself upon her. She was his wife, and she should meet his needs, but he dismissed the thought He was so horny he could tell that he would not be able to sleep. He.