“ you gonna talk to me or what ? what you pouting or somethin spider ? thought you were better than that . . ”
stockinged leg moved back, caressing her beloved, she never was one for lace much anymore, she had gotten her to come around though
she didn't even know why she bothered dressing nice to bed any more, her attempts were always tossed aside within minutes, not that she could really complain..
“ someone hungry . . ”
always with the fancy perfume . . how many times does she have to say it, there ain't nothing more addictive than her spiders natural fragrance .
“ amé ' s ”