Foxes, check this scenario!

You go over a Wolf’s crib on late night.
You are both laughing and talking.
Things are looking like a +.
He pulls you close and you already knows what that means.
You are ready for some of that great cheek poking.
He whispers in your ear:

“Just give me some head.”

…and that is it.
Nothing else.
Just head.
He is what you would call “The Head Wolf” and he is only interested in you giving him dome.
He is usually fine as hell and only about your mouth meeting his dick for a passionate rendezvous.
But, is it wrong when you want more than to be some Wolf’s head-line act? 

Have you ever dealt with the Head Wolf?

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