The girl is standing there, naked, and looking at you. She is smiling.
"You always were the one for the dramatic entrances," I said, leaning back against the doorframe.
"I could say the same about you, considering you're still wearing your shoes in the house," she replied, her voice a soft, melodic tease. She didn't move to cover herself, nor did she seem to care that the draft from the hallway was cooling her skin. Instead, she shifted her weight, a slow, flu
Feeding the anaconda
3 weeks ago
By: plexor