"That must have been your first mistake," she quipped. And if she also managed to sneak a pat on that fine pirate ass, it was probably because tight-rope walking the thin wire between depressing argument and steamy make-out sesh was practically an instinctive skill.
Otherwise, she soon followed. Her own climb was mostly one-handed, but soon she deposited her fistful of shells onto her vanity's surface. They clicked against the wood with quiet, skittering sounds.
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Otherwise, she soon followed. Her own climb was mostly one-handed, but soon she deposited her fistful of shells onto her vanity's surface. They clicked against the wood with quiet, skittering sounds.
"B-R-B. Gonna go grab the promised frozen peas."