No. He’s flopped on her good leg. “What are you doin’, big guy?” she murmurs. He kneads her belly lazily with his front paw. A short giggle escapes her lips. “Hey. That tickles.” She grabs the paw and puts it back. My wolf wriggles higher on her lap and sticks his snout under her arm. A peal of laughter rings out. “You did that on purpose!” She shoves him back, her fingers slipping into his thick fur. “Oh. Wow. You’re so soft.” I’m not. If I were in human form, my cock would be hard as a rock. As it is—I try not to think about it.
