French Quarter› Roleplay
She was ravishing, taking Russ’s words to heart and settling into his private quarters quite naturally. His hand was offered to hers, helping her balance as she replaced the heels and narrowed their height difference. His hand was warm. He’d fed. But he always had room for more.Butch’s thin, dark brows rose, lips curling in a humorous grin at her reveal. He hadn’t been expecting her to say the word “Date”, but if he was jealous, it didn’t show. “Well, I can’t fault you for havi