Good fuckin’ luck with that, darlin.” He drained the beer and before the bottle left his lips Trini was on her way to the kitchen. When Lydia crooked a ‘Come here’ finger at him he put the beer on the table and went to them. Neither girl, now tangled in a busy sixty-nine paid any attention to him as he closed the door, jingling Keepsake’s keys. Trini’s whole body melted as she tangled her damp pink tongue with Lydia’s. Stryker pulled himself out of Trini’s mouth and pecked the tip of her nose with his lips. “I like to top, that’s all. “That right there is one pretty machine, Sadie. She let her knee lean away and slipped a blood red nail tip through the damp and shiny folds revealed. Titsy looked at him and said, “Trini enjoys being the center of attention,” before pulling up on the belt or sash thingie making Debbie Harry squeak and bend forward at the waist as her arms were lifted behind her. She squirmed in her seat and grinned. Think of’em as a keepsake.”
He let out the clutch and dialed in a fistful of fun.
