I held onto to it for as long as I could, savoring every fire of nerve endings shooting rapture into my mind. Xxnx “Oh, yes!”
“Rex,” I growled. The concrete was warmed by the sun, but still felt cooler than my body. “She’s a nun!” I gasped in shock. “My Lord,” she moaned, her eyes opening. This was all my fault. It was the only way I could keep going. He had brown skin, his mother must have been Hispanic, but he had the God’s blue eyes and jawline. “That’s so weird to hear you pray to my father,” Rex said as he found his shirt. Our lips met as I groaned through my orgasm. How could a stupid scratch cause so much trouble? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Friday, June 17th, 2072 – Rex Glassner
Queenie’s mumblings had stopped. And despite the burning in my head, I shivered.
