[WARNING: ADULT CONTENT]
Baer strode into the match and pulled Wolf off her, just as the man laid his hands back onto his boxer shorts.
"Wolfman," he growled, "have some care where you're waving that thing."
"What thing?"
"Your raging boner you dickhead!"
Wolf ducked his head with chagrin. "Where did I wave it?" he asked apprehensively.
He covered himself with the boxers, though with his enlarged size, it was a losing battle.
"In Araminta's face," Baer glowered.
"Oh no, really? I'm very sorry Arrie," he looked completely ashamed of himself. "I was focussed on getting my boxer shorts back. I…" he became completely tongue-tied, not knowing where to start.
"That's okay," she said, pulling her dress back down slowly, her sweet body facing Baer as she sexily tugged the fabric over her curves. "It's only natural… and I suppose it has a mind of its own when it's that big. It must be like walking a Great Dane…"
