Rocher was on the floor, crawling on her stomach toward Jate's feet. "I love you...," she kept repeating, in a demonic whisper. "I have to show you... my butt.
I can’t quite put my finger on it, but there’s something quite different about you, from the last time we were together, what could it be….” Was this my ultra-dose of Intoxicated taking effect? “I know!” said the prince happily. “You’...
