The Reaper's sons
she whispers, her eyes darting between mine and my cock.
I flash her a bright smile and chuckle, "First, lick your lips. The room is very cold for a human, so your lips might get chapped. If that's the case, the cracks might break, and your luscious lips will be covered in blood. That's something we don't want to see happening, right?" I try to focus on her reaction every time I say something; so far, she's a champ. Ocean licks her lips and smiles at me like an eager puppy. God, she'd make such a great pet.