What the fuck,and there went the hairbrush, thrown across the room towards his voice.
No wonder you weren't worried about that mutt that bit you,she muttered, sourly.
She slipped the dagger back into its compartment, before she moved towards the bed, carefully climbing onto it to peer over the edge at him.
This is fuckin' creepy, Byron.
@Byron Wulff
05-29-2024, 12:13 PM