"Brash and cocky, good." With a curt nod, Midnight raised the glass and sipped at the drink. He stared out into the night. "He comes in from time to time with bits of relicware he's found. So young to be in this."
"Oh, John," Pam coos as she nuzzles his cock. She closes her eyes and drinks in his scent. Her hands rest on his thighs with her thumbs over the arteries to feel the blood coursing. With butterfly kisses, she teases his balls as shaft.