Eloise
To give Zeph the benefit of the doubt would be to think his tentative touches were meant to match the allure of her own, and not instead be the hesitations of a man too long in the tooth. Grinning as the scruff of his cheek brushes against her while whispered words float into her ear, Eloise chuckles.
Licking her lips slowly, her teeth dragging across the pink flesh of her lower lip, Eloise quickly slunk around the trunk of Zeph's body, freeing herself from being pinned against the table.
"Just name the time and place, old man." She said with a devilish grin, more than happy to leave him to tend to his blueing balls on his own. With a final wink, the illusionist slipped out of the door.
~FIN
Licking her lips slowly, her teeth dragging across the pink flesh of her lower lip, Eloise quickly slunk around the trunk of Zeph's body, freeing herself from being pinned against the table.
"Just name the time and place, old man." She said with a devilish grin, more than happy to leave him to tend to his blueing balls on his own. With a final wink, the illusionist slipped out of the door.
~FIN
I bury hatchets but I keep maps of where I put 'em
