I’ll cover your shaft in spit and stroke you off while I look you in the eyes. I’ll bob on your cock over and over with my bright pink lipsticked ...ips. I’ll pull it out and rub it all over my face and suck your balls. I want to hear you moan as I gobble your cock and feel your thick shaft pulsating deep in my throat as tears stream down my face and ruin my mascara. Hopefully you have undressed me a bit and see my sexy panties and my tight ass. Reach down and stuff a few fingers in my shithole.. “You are cruel.”“No. I am a crow/raven and a jokester.”“And I am being too serious.”“Perhaps. Tell me your idea.”“Can you take a day off?”“Anytime. There is an answerphone. And there isn’t any filing to be done.”“I saw a notice from Wrightsair. I’d like to explore Kati Thanda from the air. Would you like to come with me?” They were standing near one of the old locomotives at the abandoned station.“Is this Bunjil, asking to take me into the sky?”“Yes. In a sense, it is.”“Do you have enough. " Oh," she said looking at him, tilting her head, and looking down at his penis again. It looked very red and very sticky right now. "So, every time it gets really really happy, or every time you really really like what someone is doing to it, he squirts? And you're sure it's not pee?" She looked back up at him dubiously. Her eyes looked so tired and dark and he felt bad a bit for keeping her up but he couldn’t wait to do it again."Right!" he said nodding hoping she liked it too. "Your body. His smile was equally disarming. “Thank you, you're very sweet,” she said, flustered and wishing she hadn't said sweet. Men hated the word. But they smiled at her, strong white teeth and kissable mouths. They were identical. Dark Celtic good looks: tousled collar length hair and pale hazel eyes. No more than twenty, they radiated animal intensity. A pair of dangerous unruly Dobermans. Miranda wondered what all women would wonder. And whether Catherine kept them on a leash. Maybe she didn't..