Whispers After Dark
The place was half-empty—m, with just a few regulars who knew better than to look too long at the VP of the Iron Vipers.
I ordered us whiskey. She sipped hers slowly, eyes never leaving me as I told her about the club, the runs, and the life that most civilians couldn’t handle. Every time she laughed at one of my rough jokes, my dick throbbed harder. By the time her glass was empty, she was leaning into me, her soft tits brushing my arm, nipples hard enough to see through her thin top.
“Time to go, princess,” I growled in her ear, nipping the lobe. “My cock’s been leaking for you since you took that helmet off.”
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