every vixen wants a wolf like ^this.
no,
not to sit between her legs like that.
she wants a protector.
a wolf who will come to her rescue when shit happens.
well,
that’s what marcus martin did to his fiancee,
marissa blair.
he got hit by a car saving her in the charlottesville protest.
a foxholer sent me in this is the story via daily mail…
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