I decided as long as I'm going to hell, I might as well do it thoroughly.
I resisted the urge to hurl my plate at him. “Of course not, Ian. It’s just that normally at this hour, Bones and I are fucking like rabbits, so I get twitchy when I have to wait for him to climb aboard.
Your mum pounced on her and started sucking away. Would’ve been arousing if not for all the screaming.” “Ian,” Bones drew out warningly. He grinned. “You’re right. I was aroused anyway.
Anything for Byron’s least favorite apprentice. It’s the least I can do since you took over my torch.
So how did you do it? What makes the cold-hearted princeling mortal like the rest of us?
SĂł a quero porque nĂŁo a posso ter.Como um rapaz imberbe
