From the mattress of sin, with semen wet on her cunt lips and his brother enjoying a post-sex cigarette, Paloma winces at 'nothing untoward'.
The voice in Jekyll's ear is too reserved for hinting at doubt. It wears professionalism like a second skin. "Don't feel like you have to rush. She's never asked me for the night off before."
"I'll just have to steal her again when I can. Sorry to have worried you." But he doesnt want to give her up just yet, especially after what they just did, so he certainly won't be rushing. "I'll drop her off in a little while."
By the time he looks to pass the phone back, somebody's got their arm around her waist and pulled her close.
The cold bucket of water from phoning her boss nixed all fantasies of more sex, more nasty experimentation... but being drawn into Hyde's front, stretching there and taking inventory of her aches, that's permitted. Her face is hidden in his neck and their legs crisscross.
Paloma mumbles and Veronica intuitively guesses the extended silence is because her intern doesn't need to be spoken to. "By three at the latest- thank you."
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The voice in Jekyll's ear is too reserved for hinting at doubt. It wears professionalism like a second skin. "Don't feel like you have to rush. She's never asked me for the night off before."
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By the time he looks to pass the phone back, somebody's got their arm around her waist and pulled her close.
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Paloma mumbles and Veronica intuitively guesses the extended silence is because her intern doesn't need to be spoken to. "By three at the latest- thank you."
Click! Freedom.