She changed the subject, asking me if after the next few days she could show me what she had on adapting the new Issabella novel to screen. We set a m...eting for Monday.Tory didn't even knock, she just opened the door and walked in, gave me a kiss that should have stopped time, and stepped back. "Get dressed, and bundle up. We'll be outside for a while."We walked a bit, and I trailed a little behind. Even in a huge, fur lined parka, it was still a great bottom to watch. She looked back, smiling,. She needed more. Like an effeminate burglar she tip-toed around to the front window and tried to look inside without being seen herself. She was confronted by the sight of a large naked man silhouetted against the rear window. He was standing with his back her her, rocking his hips back and forth. She had forgotten all about being discreet as she gawped at the window, using both hands to shield the light for a better view. Bent over in front of him on a bed was the the large round arse and hips. He had to look up at Vin and tugged to get his hand free, annoyed that he couldn't, he slapped her as hard as he could. Aliya saw the look of pleasure on Nyalo's face as struck Vin. This quickly dissipated into uncertainty as the force of the slap didn't send Vin reeling back, but merely turned her head. Vin slowly turned her head back revealing a very angry hand print on her face and and amused smile?"Have you quite finished?" Vin queried absently as she raised a brow.Nyalo growled, balled his. I bent down and placed my mouth to the intersection of her, my hands smoothing over her thighs, lowering to taste her as she let her thighs drift apart. I looked surreptitiously at the rose-colored folds and the glistening hair above them, sliding her open further with my hands, to see the wetness gathered there. Her scent reminded me of musk and vaguely of the sea. I tasted it on my tongue, feeling my own body respond to her low moans. I brought her smooth calves above my shoulders, and let.