Disorderly Conduct
#44 of Commissions by Gruffy
Misbehaving in a foreign country may have interesting consequences alright.
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Officer Wolfbrother was quite content reading up on the latest Guns and More Guns magazine in the dimly lit operations room, being its sole occupant at 1.30 in the morning with the night shift being even more moribund than the rest of the small police station's decisively unhectic schedule. The wolf's eyes felt a bit heavy even after numerous cardboard cups of coffee and even with a pretty Hechler & Koch on the glossy page on the magazine propped against a knee on the leg he held unabashedly up to the desk so that his gun pressed against his hip firmly. The numerous nonsupressed yawns made him appear even more fierce than was general for the stocky wolf who was currently being slowly bored to sleep. Certainly it beat patrolling out there, though, unlike...
"Zero oh one calling station, over."
The wolf's ears perked at the sudden burst of crackling speech from the radio set on the small table by the desk, prompting him to reach out for the handset with a paw even without taking his eyes away from the little box listing the strategic measurements of a rather nifty semi-automatic.
"Station here, go ahead, zero oh one," the wolf replied in a bored voice.
"Coming in with someone I caught taking a piss at the kindergarten playground, " Officer Stanley's voice piped in through the radio, "ETA in 3 minutes."
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The wolf snorted. Just what he needed for the night, to babysit some drunk in the cell and making sure that they weren't going to choke in their own vomit if they started puking. And they usually did start puking, and even if they were not choking, they were still puking all over the cell...and the cleaner who came in every morning didn't really much like cleaning that up...neither did the wolf.
"Roger, zero oh one," the wolf grunted into the radio.
"Over and out."
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"Fuck," the wolf grunted.
Officer Wolfbrother tossed his magazine down to the desk before he grudgingly stood up. The muscled wolf stretched himself a bit, yawned, scratched his uniform shirt-covered belly and scowled to himself. He'd rather just spent the rest of the night sitting bored by himself, not in the company of a drunk who might start singing or something.
"Shit," the wolf muttered to himself as he grabbed his cap from the coat stand by the desk and fit it over his head, knowing that it would be easier to deal with their latest customer if he managed to project a suitably angry demeanour. The wolf almost wished they had a small mirror hanging on the wall where instead they had a picture of the president smiling all politician-like with the backdrop of the star-spangled spanner. The wolf shook his head quietly, ears flicking against his cap, as he strapped on the utility belt he had taken off earlier so that sitting on a unhealthy position on his office chair would be more comfortable while he scratched his balls and read his magazine.
It only took a further minute or so before he heard the police cruiser pull up in front of the building, and through the bar-reinforced windows, he could see the flash of lights - officer Stanley's little greeting gesture, he knew, and snorted, smirking with his teeth showing a bit. At least he wasn't using the horn like he usually did when he pulled in...but not during nighttime, because that old witch who loved right next door would file complaints to the town councilmen. Sons of bitches.
The wolf's tail assumed an aggressive curve as he stood up and scowled, staring at the station door with anticipation. He didn't move out to help his comrade in the force, considering that Officer Stanley had not requested assistance over the radio which he surely would have done if there was need for such. Besides, the pit bull was a bad ass, the wolf knew, it'd take whole of the high school football team misbehaving to make him call for backup.
He saw shapes appear behind the milky white window on the front door before it swung open, heralding the appearance of the bulky pit bull deputy, preceded by a dishevelled-looking orca whom the dog simply shoved through the doorway and into the police station.
"In you go now!" officer Stanley growled as he gave the orca a poke to make his legs work and take him forward.
"Hey, hey, hey!" the staggering male slurred, "this is police...'hic' brutality!"
"I'll show you brutality if you don't walk forward now to Officer Wolfbrother here!" the pit bull snarled behind the swaying-gaited young man.
"Well, well, well," Wolfbrother growled, putting one paw against the handle of his nightstick, the other over the taser attached to his belt next to his cuffs and the flashlight, "what do we have here?"
His rough voice brought the attention of the orca, whom gave him a look and giggled.
"Ohh big bad wolf...murr..." the orca snorted.
"It's a menace, this one" the pit bull snarled, "threatened to piss in the car and kept calling me handsome in the car."
The wolf watched the pit bull shake his head and smiled himself instead, tapping the handle of his baton while he aggressively faced their unruly guest.
"Oh is that so?"
The orca's tail swayed and threatened to smack the pit bull hovering by him whom did manage to jump aside before the long tail collided with him. The pit bull let out an annoyed bark.
"Well he didn't let me stop what I was doing in the park!" the orca complained.
"Park huh?" the pit bull snorted. "That was the sandbox for the Holy Mother kindergarten! Some cubs are gonna eat that sand, hell, I've got two myself, I know these things!"
"Uuuuuh, daddy dog!" the orca giggled again, obviously drunkenly.
The wolf cop strutted across the room and faced the orca, carefully held by the arm by the pit bull, while the tall male observed the newcomer.
"Well you should know that's indecent exposure right there, and you're obviously causing a public disturbance too," the wolf growled, "you know what that means, boy?"
The orca shrugged.
"That I've been having an AWWWWSOME night?" the orca suggested, way too loud considering the size of the room.
"Shut the hell up!" Officer Stanley complained loudly, giving the orca's arm a tug.
"Owwww!" the orca yelled, his tail swinging again, "police brutality!"
The wolf grunted and snorted hotly, unhappy with such a difficult customer.
"Well this means you're going to the can for the night," the wolf smirked, "and let's just say it ain't the Hilton..."
"Wooot, free hotel!" the orca yelled.
"Bet your dad will be proud of you in the morning..." the wolf snorted.
"The name's Gritou, claims he's a tourist," the pit bull replied, "I've got his stuff here..."
The cop lifted a plastic bag containing a wallet and a set of keys and a few other knick-knacks from the orca's pockets.
"Right," Wolfbrother growled, "well, I'll take care of that alright. You checked him up?"
"Yep, nothing illegal on him or sharps," the dog replied.
"Well that means you're going to the can, boy," the wolf snorted to the orca's direction before he made a great show of turning and stamping over towards the bars that separated their holding cell from the rest of the room.
"Uuuuh, I'm gonna put on Facebook that I spent the night at Alcatraz!" the orca boasted while he was forcefully shoved forward by the not very happy-looking pit bull.
Wolfbrother took his keys from his belt and opened the barred door with a clattering noise. The orca was still resisting a bit while Officer Stanley brought him over and pushed into the cell.
"I'm gonna take your cuffs off now," the pit bull told the orca, "you better stay put!"
"Oh leave them on, I like cuffs!" the orca giggled.
"Where do we get these taillifters from?" the pit bull shook his head as he snorted to the wolf who kept guard by the door in case the orca tried to make a run for it. Officer Wolfbrother made a suitably rude sneer and stuck out his tongue while showing his disapproval.
"Ain't got any faggots in this town for sure," the wolf snarled, "don't much like 'em here either!"
"Police brutality!" the orca declared, even as he was just having his handcuffs removed by the pit bull.
"Yeah right!" the dog snorted before he stepped out of the cell, the door which was then promptly closed by the wolf and locked securely.
"Welcome home, kid," the wolf smirked through the bars at the orca whom seemed a bit less boisterous now that he'd been locked up into the cell.
"What a mess," the pit bull was shaking his head, "kids these days..."
"He aint' much younger than I am for sure," the wolf observed, though with an equally disappointed voice, "but I suppose that what happens when you let them run free..."
"Putain!" the orca snorted.
"Wotcha said?" the pit bull barked.
"Sounds like this one swam across the Atlantic alright," the wolf replied with a rude grin. "Tourists eh?"
"Should stay out of the way," the dog huffed, "always causing trouble with their stupid things."
"I know indeed," the wolf spoke in a gravely voice.
"Well, got paper work to do now," the pit bull complained, "and here I was hoping to look at Guns and More Guns..."
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Ksshshsh!
"Dispatch to station, over."
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"Oh fuck," Woflbrother growled as both of their ears flicked sharply at the noise from the radio.
The wolf walked quickly over to the radio set and picked up the microphone again.
"Station here, over."
"Station, we've got a report from Aileen Road 5604, some kids have put fireworks in a mailbox apparently and have fled the scene," the voice piped through the radio.
"Fuck shit," the pit bull snarled, "that's in Grover, that's half an hour's drive away!"
The wolf winked.
"It's still your night to cover the easy calls," he replied.
"Don't I know," the dog snapped his tail, annoyed, "shit..."
"I know they should've just told them to report it to us in the morning but if someone's calling and we've got no urgent business, we have to go," the wolf said, not that it consoled the pit bull if he said that, he knew as much.
"Yeah," the dog sneered, "heehaw."
"Well I'll have the coffee ready when you return," the wolf continued.
"Can I have some?" the orca spoke from inside the cell.
"Shut up, kid!" the pit bull snarled.
"Police brutality!"
"Hush!" the wolf ordered.
"I better get going before I get even more annoyed," the pit bull snarled, "can you sign these in?"
He waved the plastic bag, and the wolf nodded.
"Sure, I'll put them in the safe," the officer replied.
"Good," the pit bull noted while dropping the plastic bag onto the desk next to the wolf's cooling coffee cup and Guns and More Guns, "better head out then."
"Call me if you need backup!" the wolf snickered.
"Ha ha," the pit bull snorted, already on his way out through the door.
The door closed with a bang and soon Wolfbrother heard the car engine revving up tired scratching when the police cruiser was backed out onto the street and then departed on its not very urgent call for help. The wolf let out a small huff, annoyed still that his night had turned out like this, and that its comfortable monotone had been broken.
"Well, well, better check you in, there," the wolf spoke, looking over at the orca who was still standing in his cell, looking puzzled now, "we have to keep a careful track of everyone who comes in and out, after all..."
"I want breakfast in bed," the orca replied.
"Oh shut up, kid!" the wolf chuckled. "The game's over. You lost. The cops won."
"You're bad cops," the orca called out.
The wolf strutted slowly over to the desk and settled down to start the boring task of filling in the form by paw, which required him to take the slip of paper from the plastic holder and to find a pen that would work, too. They seemed to get lost all too often...and Stanley's pawmanship was awful...so hard to figure it out, and the prosecutor's office kept sending them complaining emails...
"Right..." he muttered as he dug out the orca's wallet from the plastic bag so that he could copy any needed identification details down from any documents he could find there.
He'd managed to fill in a strange social security number when the orca made noise again.
"I still need to piss, man!" the orca yelped from within his cage.
The wolf snorted.
"There's a can in there," he said, "You do what you need to do?"
"What...here?" the orca sounded puzzled.
"Well what do you expect, an ensuite bathroom?" the wolf chuckled rudely. "Figure it out, kid."
"But...but you can see me if I go..."
"That's why this is a jail, so that we can see what the dirty criminals are doing," the wolf replied, "and keep you out of causing any further trouble."
"That's like perverted," the orca complained, "making guys pee while you're watching...are you like perverts or something?"
The wolf snorted and let out a deep rumble.
"Just doing our duty."
"Oh you're real perverts I bet," the orca replied, sounding victorious, "plus, you're a bunch of homophobes, too, that other cop kept calling me a tail lifter or something and you called me a faggot!"
The wolf lifted his eyes from the paper, his ears flat, as he looked over at the orca.
"Is that so?" he grunted.
"Yep!" the orca said. "I'll make sure to make a complaint through the...uh...the embassy or something..."
"Who'd believe you?" the wolf snarled. "One drunken orca in a small town a looooong way from home with no friends and only his word against word..."
The wolf was starting to feel excited as he stood up, enjoying the orca's defiant stance now while he knew that shooting down each of his arguments would make him feel even more desperate...and would make the wolf seem even more powerful in his face. He took his time, rolling his shoulders, presenting all of his form for the staring orca while he slowly walked over to the cell again.
"That's police brutality," the orca snorted.
"What is?" the wolf stayed about a yard away from the bars of the cell, paws resting on the hilts of his tools again, while he stared at the orca inside.
"You, you calling me names and making fun of me," the orca replied, "you...you're just some sort of an evil psycho cop..."
The wolf chuckled and shook his head a little, his ears flicking cheerfully.
"You know calling a cop names is a federal offense?" the wolf suggested. "You know anything about that kind of stuff? How you can get locked up for a long time for resisting cops?"
"Well you're a bad cop," the drunken orca replied. "You keep calling me names."
"Names huh?" the wolf snorted. "Like what? Tail lifter?"
"That's what the other cop said," the orca snorted.
"Are you then?" the wolf smirked dangerously as he stared down the slim black and white male on the other side of the bars. "Officer Stanley wouldn't call you anything like that unless he had the reason to..."
"What do you need that knowledge for?" the orca sounded challenging. "It's not like it's a crime..."
"Well if you made improper advanced towards Officer Stanley, that's also an offense," the wolf grunted, "we don't take that kind of things lightly..."
"Why would a hot daddy dog like him complain if someone told him he was a hot doggy daddy?" the orca replied.
"Boy, you're drunk," the wolf shook his head, "Officer Stanley don't bat that way..."
"But he's hot," the orca grinned, "bet he's got..."
"What?" the wolf snorted as he unstrapped his baton and clipped it against the bars. "A big stick?"
"Uh huh," the orca smiled again.
"Is that so?" Officer Wolfbrother sneered while he rattled the nighstick over the bars, making an annoying noise.
"Oui," the orca licked his lips.
"Well I'll be damned," the wolf snorted as he pulled the nightstick away and simply held it in his paw, letting it hang loose, "you really are something ain't ya?"
"Like what?" the orca said.
"Like...that you're going on your knees right now..." the wolf's dangerous smirk widened.
"Huh?" the orca mumbled.
A bit of drool escaped from the wolf's muzzle as he kept on leering, stepping a bit closer, as he pushed the end of the nightstick between the bars.
"You're going down on your knees and suck on this like it's a big, juicy cock," Officer Wolfbrother snorted.
"But this is like...like...police brutality!"
The wolf waved the nightstick with one paw while the other grabbed his crotch through his uniform pants and squeezed the rapidly growing bulge there.
"You do good job on the stick, maybe I'll give you something...bigger..."
The orca's gaze seemed the change...from being puzzled and a bit angry, it suddenly turned into something different altogether, or so it seemed for the wolf staring him down...especially since the orca, quite slowly, stepped over to the bars separating them and unceremoniously knelt in front of the protruding obscene black stick pushing between the bars of the cell. The wolf stopped his self-groping and pointed impatiently at the blunt rubbery tip.
"Go on...I ain't waiting much...Officer Stanley will be back in an hour or so..."
"You're one kinky wolf...sir..." the orca spoke in a low voice while staring at his captor.
"Let's hope you're one kinky fish, too," the wolf winked.
"But I'm not a fish..."
"Less lip, more sucking!" the wolf grunted.
"Yes, sir," the orca slurred before he simply leaned forward and gobbled down several inches of the rubber baton into his snout.
The wolf's cock throbbed massively in his pants while he watched the orca go down on his phallic stick, making sloppy noises while he seemed to be murmuring happily and even bobbed his head back and forth a few times while he left the black rubber shining with his saliva. The dirty display was too hot...it made him want to flip the orca on all fours and plough his cock under that unruly tail. And was the guy moaning now that he was getting something to suck? It sounded like that...and it looked so nasty, the orca licking and slurping on the nightstick as if it was the real deal...he was really getting off on it...
"Well look at that..." the wolf mused, watching the orca perform with his eyes closed, even.
"Hmmm..."
"Fuck this," the wolf grunted as he quickly unbuttoned his pants and loosened his belt enough so that he could push them down enough so that his trapped package of a hefty canine dick and balls could pop out of his underwear. His balls flopped over the leather of the belt, which felt quite curious for a moment, and his hard cock swayed in the air, with a bit of pre-cum dripping from its tip already and onto the floor. Even the orca had stopped fellating the stick and now gawked at what had exited from the pants. His mouth slipped wetly from the tip of the baton as he looked at the confidently smirking wolf who stood there, simply letting his cock hang out of his pants.
"Oh sir..." the orca slurred.
The wolf squeezed his dick muscles and made it bounce in the air, the orca's eyes following it like a snake preying on...well...a big snake now, and the wolf grinned as he let out a moan of approval at the good sensation he was sending through his body. What it did mostly was that it made him some more...and why, wasn't there an orca kneeling in front of him who looked like a hungry bird looking for a worm...mouth open...
"You bite, I'll stick this up your ass," the wolf snarled, "you hear that?"
"I'd never, sir!" the orca's tail fin was practically wagging.
"Good boy!" the wolf slapped his cock against the cold bars and hissed a the sensation before he carefully aimed himself through the gap in the bars so that his shaft wasn't touching either of them. The wolf gripped himself and grinned, pointing at himself with his nightstick.
"Get your mouth on it and do it good, boy!"
"Oh yes, officer..." the orca mumbled, licking his lips as he sniffed the manly musk oozing off the big bad wolf cop. "I'll be really good..."
"You better be, or you're not gonna enjoy your stay in this little cold cell..." the wolf kept his voice extra low and growling, for the best dominating effect while he stared down at the subby killer whale.
"Yes sir..."
Whatever he could've imagined about water-loving furs, the feel of his maw was warm...hot, around his flesh, when the orca boldly tried to take in as much as he could in a single gulp of cock into his mouth. He gagged and slapped his hands against the bars, shook his head, and then, using his fingers just below the wolf's burgeoning knot, he went back, more slowly this time, suckling and licking on the wolf's aggressive length while sucking him in.
"Ohhh yes good boy..." the wolf grunted, resisting bucking his hips into the orca's maw and choking him further.
"Hmhmhmhh..."
The orca bobbed his head back and forth, giving the wolf some very good head while the big canine's tail swiped the air, his body trembling with excitement as he took such blunt advantage of the orca they'd take in for the night. That big, warm tongue sliding along the underside of his shaft...the suction...it was all very good, and he could feel...yes...that blunt snout touching his knot, too...
"You sure are an eager cocksucker..." the wolf commented rudely and sent another inch into the orva's muzzle with a flex of his gorgeous ass muscles.
"Huumpph!"
"Good boy..." the orca patted the smooth top of the orca's head, "just suck it extra nice...you'll want it to be wet before I put it in your ass...oh yes...that's right, boy, you're getting wolf cock in all your holes...yeah...suck that tip...hmmmphh....yes...hope your ass is as good as your mouth...hope you haven't let it go all loose like some slut...well that's what you are..."
The orca trilled around his dick and seemed to like the idea of being called names, and the wolf did not mind either. He decided to wrap things up with another buck of his hips and then a few slaps of his cock against the orca's muzzle while carefully holding himself by his shaft. The motion was still enough to brush him a couple of times against the bars, each sensation strong, strange, and making him hiss.
"Humph...that's a good mouth you've got...almost made me cum too soon..."
"Please cum in my mouth sir..." the orca panted, his tongue out of his muzzle like a dog on a hot day, "I want it...please..."
"Naaaaaah, I know a better place to put this," the wolf grinned as he let go of his cock and allowed it to slap against his belly, "stand back, I'm coming in...heheh!"
The orca scurried to his feet, just as the wolf flipped out his keys and opened the door into the cell. He stepped in, and, grinning, grabbed the orca's arms.
"Oh sir..."
"Get on your knees on the bed," the wolf growled, "face the bars!"
"Yes, sir!"
The orca was quick to follow the commands, soon kneeling on the bed alright.
"Grab the bars," the wolf panted.
The orca did so, and while he arranged himself, Officer Wolfbrother popped a leather holster open on his belt and took out a pair of cuffs. The orca noticed what he was doing only when he snapped one of them around his wrist, and then pulled the other cuff past the bars and held it out.
"Your other hand here!" the wolf growled.
"Ohhh...kinky..." the orca grinned.
The wolf snapped the orca's other hand into a cuff and then stepped back to admire the sight of the cuffed male for a moment before he snorted and climbed into the bed, making it creak.
"Now let's get these off..."
The wolf reached out from behind and opened the orca's pants, and then, with a lot of squirming, pulled them off so that the orca's pants and underwear were down around his ankles while the male knelt on the bed, his tail jumping excitedly.
"Hmmm..." the wolf admired the orca's taut rump as he popped a finger into his muzzle and suckled on it briefly before he stuck it under the orca's tail, "let's see what you've got here..."
The orca let out a surprised noise when he felt the wolf's tight finger probe his asshole, the wet, leathery pad pushing against his pucker. The wolf grinned at the noise and poked some more before he withdrew his finger and grabbed the orca's slippery tail instead.
"Hmm...nice and tight..."
The wolf shuffled backwards on the bed so that he could get his muzzle to a proper angle, allowing him to loll his big canine tongue out so that he could start licking on the orca's hanging balls and his crack. The orca moaned with surprise while his tender skin was suddenly coated in wet wolf saliva, and the feel of breaths huffing over his crevice. He was moaning quite helplessly by the time the tongue finally reached his tailhole and spread spit all over it. His hole flexed under the touch, the surprising stimulation making his own cock pulse too.
"Hmhpphhp!" the cop wolf expressed his delight at chewing on some nice ass while he squeezed and played with the orca's butt, listening to the moans that were the result and knowing that his urge to breed him only grew more and more. He had to have that misbehaving hole right now...and make the orca want more...a lot more...
Wolfbrother poked the orca's asshole with his tongue a few more times before he pulled back, swallowing back some saliva as he got to his knees, his back creaking as he did so, and he moved forward again, a paw bringing his cock down while the other grabbed the tail to get it out of the way.
"Time to say goodbye to your tight ass, little guy..." the wolf said rudely as he kneaded his leaking cock tip against the orca's clenching butthole, "you might want to put that nighstick in afterwards..."
He clasped the orca's tail harder, using it as a handle to pull the orca's ass to him while he pushed his hips forward and forced his cock against the orca's ring. They both let out hot noises, a grunt, a pant, a moan....and with a bit of struggling ,the hole gave way and suddenly several inches popped in at once, forcing the wolf's body forward, his beefy chest smacking against the orca's back.
"Uhmphh yeah..."
The orca leaned against the bars, helpless now that he was skewered from behind, and the wolf, panting and slurring obscenely, gripped the orca's slim butt while he laid some more wolfcock into the orca's hot, spit-lubed passage.
"Hhhmmyes...there we go..."
His hips hunched back and forth, starting the pace of a loud, slapping butt fuck that seemed especially noisy in the small, confined space of the cell. The tiled walls added cadence to the motion of furry hips smacking smooth ones, his cock sliding in and out of the orca's squirming passage at a rapid pace. He was not going to be gentle, no, the orca was begging for it from the start with his moans and by wriggling his butt against the wolf's lap, obviously wanting more cock inside him.
"Uhhh...uhuhh...uhhh..."
"Yes, boy...need to do a reeeeal good cavity search on you...uh yes..." the wolf grunted rudely while he pile-drove himself into the orca's guts, leaving a trail of pre-cum, moaning and a clenching tailhole in his thrusting wake, "...make sure...ahrhrh...not hiding anything in here..."
"Only something big and...aah...juicy...ah fuck me sir!" the orca panted, his shoulders rolling as he held onto the bars, trying to force his body backwards to meet the wolf's thrusts even harder.
"Oh you're really begging for it..." the wolf observed, keeping up the hard pace while he made the bed clatter against the bars, "ohhh yes...officer's gonna plant some...huh...evidence..."
"Oh yes sir..." the orca moaned sluttily, "breed me..."
"Damn...ngghhh...right..."
The wolf gripped the orca's swimmer's hips and shoved himself forward hard, enough weight on the thrust that his knot managed to pop through the pliable enough of a hole so that it slipped through into the hot passage of the orca he was fucking so energetically. The new gripping sensation made him grunt and lean forward, grabbing the orca with his arms around his torso while he pounded with all he got, his snarling muzzle leaning over the orca, pouring drool while he went for the final stretch.
"Humph! Humph! Humph!"
The wolf barked out before his teeth closed in on the orca's shoulder, the slim male letting out a near-howl when teeth dug onto his muscle and skin, at the same time as the big rod in his ass twitched and suddenly began to shoot wolf milk up his tunnel. The heat spread quickly, filling the orca's bowels while the wolf cop kept thrusting right through it, wanting to get the best out of the surging pleasure. The moaning orca hunched below him, being filled to the brim with the wolf's seed, his own cock pulsing helplessly against the hems of his shirt, so close to an orgasm with the pummelling he had received from the wolf working his ass hard...but indeed, he was left hanging on, panting while his elbows rested against the cold steel of the bars.
"Well I'll be damned...should've found me a nice Italian boy much earlier if all of you fuck like this..." the wolf chuckled to himself while he licked the orca's neck, marking his body like he had marked his ass, with his slick scent.
"I'm...uhh...French..." the orca mumbled, still a bit dazed from the hard, rough fuck.
"Watch that lip!" the wolf huffed hotly.
"Yes, officer!"
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