Thread:Rose thorn rocks/@comment-27147599-20180323233519/@comment-27824390-20180324155029

Janet whimpered softly in need, leaning her head back against the wall, panting softly, and stopped trying to fight his grip. Her center growing a bit wet, a faint, sweet scent, rising in the air.

Lucien grabbed her phone, sighing. "Lucy, please.... give one last chance......." he muttered, looking at her pleadingly, not even bothering to walk towards her, for fear of her jumping out the window.