[Her skin peeled away from the wall, brick imprints tattooed and red from pressure, and Harl released her well-muscled legs from their perch around thin waist, letting him slide out of her with a sated sigh. From the bed, hands and mouths everywhere, to the hall on the way to the living area, spine pressing to plaster, to the sofa, to the long, marble table, flat out bent over n him behind her, to the fire escape—any surface that provided space enough was used (or near enough), and Harl's sheared denim shorts,
high-waisted and revealing, where lost somewhere in the mini-maze of Kitty's penthouse. Her top too, a cropped white tank top, was tossed aside and currently filtering light from the lamp across the room.
She didn't mind n she didn't bother to redress now that they were done. She let her fingers tickle down his defined chest, his chin, with affection. With a heady sheen of sweat sliding between skin, and one last red-lipped kiss to the man's lips, lust met, she traipsed, naked and entirely unabashed, to the sofa. She was lithe and beautiful n entirely uncaring. She figured the kid had seen tits before, when they weren't in his hands. One click of a button n the TV flickered on in high-def.] You're swell, baby. Next time ya come in for a zoo visit, you let me know. [She grinned.
Harl picked up a cherry-flavored sucker, halfway through its life, from where she'd left it on the coffee table and stuck it in her mouth.
Her body was buzzing, happily and endlessly, glowing with endorphins n good sex, n her hair, sex-tangled, flopped in her face, but nothing seemed to bother Harl. She grabbed up her controller and the entirely retro music for Street Fighter came on.]
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