you look like my next mistake
"Yeah?" Flora wonders, her smile growing crooked as heat flared between her thighs. They'd come here because of her, but it didn't take a psychologist (or even telepathy, really), to know that the need to please sexually was one of the hallmark traits of having daddy issues.
Letting her head tip back as Jack's whiskey lips worked their way across her skin, Flora smiled to herself before once again lavishing the captain with her imagination. First was the queen on her knees beneath the table, with Jack telling her she was a good girl while he nursed his whiskey and she nursed his erection. The second saw the captain leaning against the booth with Flora's hair tangled in one hand, her big blue eyes staring up at him as he gagged her on his cock.
Letting her head tip back as Jack's whiskey lips worked their way across her skin, Flora smiled to herself before once again lavishing the captain with her imagination. First was the queen on her knees beneath the table, with Jack telling her she was a good girl while he nursed his whiskey and she nursed his erection. The second saw the captain leaning against the booth with Flora's hair tangled in one hand, her big blue eyes staring up at him as he gagged her on his cock.
