“If you need to make a million dollars disappear, I’m your girl. I moaned, and she screamed. “Our caravans have had to go through the Willows to get goods from the Lowlands and Alkandra. I was a bastard before I even met you. She curled her fingers inside herself, and spread her thick bronze legs to show me the film of lust that coated her sucking netherlips. Oh, she put on such a defiant mask, but she could not fight for long; not against the tandem of gravity and biology that beckoned her ever deeper. The room she was in had no windows, only the flickering torchlight illuminating her face. She vainly tried to keep her modesty, but the shock of the moment fried her reactions, and she pawed frantically at cloth that was no longer there. I sucked with animalistic voracity, consuming him as he performed his abhorrent delights, coiling my neck around his plunging organ as it stretched my gullet.
