I started to lie down on top of Truth, but the knife was very much in the way. Wouldn't I?His lavender eyes were unfocused, almost sleepy. He traced a finger around the opening to my body. I felt all grumpy and like my privacy had been invaded.
Fuck!Using every ounce of strength he had, Graham was able to pry one finger off of my wrist, but he had to hold on to that finger, or it curled right back into place. I had fucked them because Jean-Claude needed me to feed. He gets intercourse and orgasm, and I get nothing. I have no excuse for what I said next, other than he hurt my feelings, and he said out loud something I'd began wonder about.
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