we write out the ends on our palms, then forget to read
Her aqua eyes followed his gesture toward the nightstand, where the bottles of liquor and wine gleamed invitingly. Without hesitation, she poured herself a glass of something amber and rich, swirling it idly in her hand as Danta opened one of the trunks. "Mm, I'm sure they could, but...I mean, from everything I've heard, our orgasms are better than yours. And there's no downtime." Flora pointed out with a raise of her eyebrows before she moved to stand nearer to Danta.
She caught the harness he tossed her with a quick hand, raising an eyebrow as she turned it over in her fingers. "Oh, good," Flora said dryly, holding it up as if she were inspecting some ancient artifact. "This looks... complicated." Her lips twitched into a grin as she took another sip of her drink, which likely wasn't going to help her figure out how to put the harness on.
She caught the harness he tossed her with a quick hand, raising an eyebrow as she turned it over in her fingers. "Oh, good," Flora said dryly, holding it up as if she were inspecting some ancient artifact. "This looks... complicated." Her lips twitched into a grin as she took another sip of her drink, which likely wasn't going to help her figure out how to put the harness on.
