Blood, Gold, and Silver
Yet something didn’t seem right.
Running her hand up Ayla’s arms and along her chest, Maize was surprised to feel decent muscle mass. Ayla looked like a gentle breeze would blow her apart, but despite how thin she was, she was very fit.
“I must be a slut, just like Ben thinks,” Ayla sighed, startling Maize. “Why else would I feel so turned on right now after being punished and locked in a car with three people who hate me. I must be a freak.”
“Ayla, you’re not a freak,” Maize growled at her, finally losing her patience. “And none of us hate you, so stop thinking that way. Gentle touches will get any woman worked up.”
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