“Oh, you know her,” Grunt chuckled, “she holds a grudge. How do you want me?”
“I want you…” I said, teasing her lips with a thumb, and smiling as she sucked it, “to help me get into The Screeching Siren to contact Angela.”
Gloria’s seductive gaze narrowed to slits, her playful smirk thinned to a frown, and her grip on my cock grew a little too tight. XXX “Master.” I said, my hands falling to my sides, and my thighs spreading with need. I left my sleeping lover, and followed the sweet sound. It was the kind of smile someone gives you when they’re disguising an order as a request. OK, Willowbud, I accept. Telavia started screaming about how his whole project was bullshit, and look where that got her. I fell into Passion, my mouth gasping, my eyes crying, my head a fever of memories,
