Chapter 1472 Battle Of Lust:>>24
- Balls drained, feeling empty but relieved by magnitudes he hadn't thought possible, he walked, slowly, back to the couch. There was, as always, a slight tingle in the backs of his hands and the small of his back, and even in his satisfied (but not quite satiated) balls, a desirous tingle that pressed against the underside of his brain like fingertips imbued with static shocks, crisp snaps that fired at his imagination dark and greedy desires, but he refused to give in to them. He'd sit, on the couch, and wait for Angela to finish in the bathroom. Once she did, he'd go in, clean himself, and go back to sleep. That would be the end of this already salacious night. That would be the end of it, he promised himself.
- But Katie, of course, knew otherwise. She was waiting for him in her doorway, just waiting, without the lights turned on but her body clear in the moonlight. Dale stopped by the couch. Katie was a living silhouette, and as she came forward her curves, her tall, graceful features, came into focus.
- His daughter's curls were resplendent, even having been slept on (though Dale wondered if she'd actually been sleeping), and they framed her head in rich, silky ringlets.