Kirby X Tiff Novels & Stories

"You tickle them?" I nodded. "Whenever possible." "Tickle what? Do we need to leave?" Kiema asked as she leaned back. A look of eww on her face. "The keyboard keys. Tickle the keys." I giggle-snorted. "I'm a gamer and...finder." Kiema leaned down towards me, whispered, "Finder of what?" I felt my mouth twitch as I turned to answer. "Rare and collectible paraphernalia." Xander snorted. Taryk's brown eyes heated. "Seriously, keep thinking about clandestine ops. Fucking natural, sweetness."

I asked, surprised. “I liked it,” Tiff giggled. “Does that make me kinky, too? I like the ropes the best.” Yep, she was so drunk. She always overshares when she drinks. “Tiff! You kinky, little, tart,” I joked. She laughed outrageously loud. “That’s me! Tarty Tiff! The kinky one.” “I think it’s time I take you home and put you to bed,” I suggested. “Maybe, Samuel and his big dick can put me to bed,” Tiff chuckled and then snorted. “You could join us if you want.”