I’m not knocking her skills with the flesh flute, but God…her voice. Xnxx porn Shit. I wiped my fingers off on my leg. I wanted two things at that moment, and the other one was a coke and rum. That was the thing about Candy; she carried a fine leather satchel. Goddamn everything about Candy was fine. ———————————————————–Chapter 3
My mouth was dry and full of the taste of Candy’s pussy. There was something unclean about it, and I wanted to wash my hands off in another building far away. I feel I pretty much got the saved thing going on for me from my Catholic inculcation, that confirmation and baptism stuff, but I didn’t want to test the hot waters in the face of that beautiful sound. I honestly didn’t think she’d still be here. Really? Balance precarious. I nudged the bag open a little more and touched the fine blade. I immediately struck the thoughts that flew into my head at that. I just thought she was his personal assistant. I looked up and winked at my signed photo of Clint, cigar hanging out of the side of his mouth, hat blocking out only enough sun that he still had to squint.
