Chapter 88 The Lady With Me In The Restroom

• A smile slithered up the corner of my lips. The kind you wear when the world finally folds the way you told it to.
• The stubborn woman. She'd rather let her clit beg for death than admit she needed me to save it.
• I let my eyes drink in the sight of her juicy fingers even though my tongue was the right organ for that purpose. From up here, I could smell it—that maddening flavor that belonged to Rali's pussy and Rali's pussy alone.