"Check yourself - I want a taste off of your fingers"
Wend slipped her hand up her skirt and suddenly gasped a little. Her hand moed back and forwards before she withdrew it from her skirt, fingers glistening. She offered me her middle finger and I scked the juices off of it, tangy and bitter before letting her pull away and pop her index finger into her own mouth.
"Satisfied?" she said.
"Oh no, not by a long way, but thats a good start!!"
"Another drink? Vodka on the rocks?" |