He hugged her close, the pace quickly increasing as he tore Violet apart. Find Part 2 of Violet’s tale, Holiday Heatwave, Crack the Whip, and more! She rolled around, desperately pushing at the wolf as her hoodie was pulled away. She rolled around, desperately pushing at the wolf as her hoodie was pulled away. Suddenly he stopped, lunging forward and hugging her close. Too busy wrapped up in her thoughts; she didn’t notice a shape slinking through the forest; a silhouette low to the ground, weaving carefully between the thin trunks of the trees, pausing by tall ferns and wiry shrubs. Her pussy tingled from pain, and other new sensations. Her foster father was a spineless accountant and her mother was a pretentious slag too preoccupied with trying to claw back her youth three tanning sessions at a time, to fulfill any kind of parental role. Violet shifted on the rug she’d laid out on the ground and ran her fingers through her short black hair, stopping to tousle the purple-dyed fringe. How many more could there
