She ignored him. “You look like you need a shave, gorgeous.” Her fingernails scraped against the thick stubble on his jaw. He wasn’t like his ba...y-faced brother, Devon, who had no facial hair. Lucien was more like his Edenian mother, Luciel. He grew hair everywhere…and it was all pale blond. He swallowed hard when her fingers trailed down his throat and the middle of his chest heading right for his cock, “Amadashiel, don’t touch him.” Lucien smirked at the angry-faced reaper with the black. She scribbled something, emptied her glass and turned directly toward me. In four steps she reached my booth, slipped the napkin on the table and turned for the exit. “Let’s do this,” the note read. I paid my tab to the bartender and made my way to the door. As I left the cool air of the bar I could see her standing next to a small, green import. I walked toward her. “Would you rather drive?” I asked. “No,” she said, holding up her keys. I took them, opened the door for her and was treated to. She began to grind her hips downward, into the mattress, letting out a low moan of pleasure. I knew Kristy was sexy but this was amazing. I felt bad watching her like this but I couldnt tear my eyes away. She rolled over onto her back, keeping her legs spread wide, so that I could see her clit which seemed pink and engorged and I noticed the muscles in her inner thighs quivered slightly. Kristy ran her hands over her full breasts, massaging them roughly, her hands squeezing firmly the delicate. Betsy shrugged her shoulders and said, “According to my staff, I was in a tizzy.”“A tizzy?”“Yes,” Betsy said while stepping back so that Sally could enter the apartment.“I kind of know what they mean. I think I was in one when Steve and I went out the first time,” Sally said while entering the apartment.She had been rather distracted and confused. She remembered running around the bedroom trying to decide what to wear. She had tried on every outfit she owned trying to pick the perfect one. She.