Sex With My Chubby And His Best Friend

After closing the restaurant for the night, Ellen climbed into her rusty old Motorbike and began the drive back to her residence.

She just needed 15 minutes to travel there from her home, which was situated in close proximity to the eatery.

The town of Yorkshire, Sun Rock was a prototypical example of a tiny college town, and it was typically teeming with life during the academic year. Despite this, the town was noticeably quieter than usual since it was Spring Break.

Ellen had been working at the restaurant since she was fifteen years old and had basically grown up at Brown's, either playing in the office by her mother or grandmother's feet or hanging around the kitchen and pantry from the time she could walk.

As a result, she was completely familiar with the route home from the restaurant.

Follow Downtown for almost two miles, pass through the historic mill, and then pull into the driveway of the house where she spent her youth.

She and her brothers still inhabited the family's traditional style home, which had been passed down through the generations from her grandmother to her mother to her and her brothers. Rio, Katie, and Doris had moved out quite some time ago, opting to have their own bachelor pads; however, their youngest child, Kent or Joan, was still living with her at home while he completed his master of science at NJU, which was located nearby.

However, he was spending the night away from home at the home of a friend in order to prepare for an exam. He would be the second Brown in history to graduate from college, and while Doris was endowed with a natural brilliance, Joan was incredibly intelligent and diligent, and he was dead set on attending Yale as soon as he finished his undergraduate degree, after which he would practice law.

As Ellen got closer to the driveway, she put the vehicle into park and slowed down. The moment she pulled in and her home came into view, she abruptly on the brakes and came to a stop.She yelled out, as a person suddenly materialized out of nowhere, ricocheted off the top of her automobile, and slid to the ground below.

She jumped out of her vehicle and ran towards the head of the line. She looked down and saw a gigantic guy slouched over on the ground. As she got closer, she noticed the man was completely nude.

She took a whiff of the atmosphere. "Lycan!" she shrieked out loud in shock.

She quickly reached for her handbag, extracted her phone, and began dialing Rio's number. It did not send her call to voicemail immediately; rather, it rang a few times before doing so. "Rio! Where are you right now? Please make your way over to the home right now! I believe... She yelled at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling, "I ran over a Lycan, and I believe I murdered him!"

Her breath caught as she heard a deep sigh. "Wait a minute, I believe he's still alive! But anyway. I'll get right back to you! She hurried back to the guy, tossing her phone into her handbag .

Stranger, a voice from deep within her murmured. Her typically stoic inner wolf let out a low growl when confronted with the strange individual.

At least, according to her mother and grandmother, she had a much closer connection to her Lycan ancestry while she held the position of Carl within her tribe. After all, it was a component of who she was. She has, throughout the course of her life, not only learned to tame the she-wolf, but she has also learnt to listen to it as if it were a second set of instincts.

She got down on her knees and examined the figure that was lying on the ground. She took another breath in an effort to determine the nature of the odor. A trip to the boardwalk is comparable to having tangerine juice, kosher salt, sweets, and fried bread. She stood there, dumbfounded, as the vision that the odor conjured up for her seemed almost real, with the roar of the ocean in her ear. She mused that it was strange.

"Yum?" That response had never been seen from her wolf in the past.

She put her hand on him in an effort to rouse him up by jolting him. After shifting back from Lycan form, he was normal temperature and heated, which explained why he was in his human form. She felt tingles of heat go through her own body as a result of touching his bare flesh, and she almost sprang back in astonishment.

Despite this, she maintained her grip on his shoulder and continued to shake and squeeze him.

"Hey.you! She yelled, "Mister!" at him. "Wake up! What exactly are you doing in this room? You aren't one of us, are you? This area is considered to be part of Sun Rock! She turned him over so that he was lying on his back. Even if he didn't get any medical assistance, the fact that he was a Lycan would cause his body to recover far more quickly.

When she finally saw his face, she bit her tongue and tried her best not to let out a gasp. She could see that the Lycan had black hair, high cheekbones, a straight nose, and seductive lips from where she was standing. He was really gorgeous. His chest was covered in a soft Doris of black hair, and there was a line going down his tight six-pack, tempting to what lay below. His chest was beautifully defined and muscular. Ellen became self-conscious and turned her head aside, but not before she stole a quick peek at his imposing physique. He let out one more sigh as his eyelids momentarily opened, exposing his eyes to be a brilliant greenish tint.

"Hey! Are you awake?" she inquired.