Her body was still achingly tired, and she was grateful for an excuse to sit. “Coffee or juice?” Dante mumbled around his cigarette. Xnxx “Sit down,” he mumbled, motioning with his head to the table to Angel’s left. Her body was still achingly tired, and she was grateful for an excuse to sit. She wanted to shower again. Angel didn’t always have the opportunity to shower. The lace overlay on the bodice wrinkled as it laid there. “Sit down,” he mumbled, motioning with his head to the table to Angel’s left. “Come on, get your shoes on.”
Angel looked up at Dante as she slid off the table, her eyes narrow and skeptical. She turned, like a deer in headlights at a man she hadn’t seen before, looking at her from the far end of the couch. Embarrassment rushed through her, and she hoped it didn’t show too much on her face and blushing cheeks. “I’m taking you out, come on,” he answered her silent skepticism. Angel opened the bathroom door. He smiled at her and ushered her out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen. Dante must be watching TV. Focused on keeping quiet, but eager to get her bag, she didn’t notice…
A low clearing of one’s throat
