That’s not what this is or what I’d want it to be.”
“What about what I want?” Danni asked. Then she started to openly weep, pressing her eyes into my bicep. I’d rather kick a puppy down my apartment building’s entire collection of stairs than make Danielle Holland cry. Her breasts hung from her chest, swinging pendulously as she approached me. Grasping Natashya by the hair, I growled, “That’s enough,” and hauled her to her feet. I don’t think the kidnapping and beating had fully registered with Danielle. The weight of her slight frame was comforting, and the presence of her flowery scent was a welcome distraction. “Damn. She was the one who would wake up to these beautiful eyes peering up at her as she was eaten out. The weight of her slight frame was comforting, and the presence of her flowery scent was a welcome distraction. She was stunning, fit, and fun, and I could have easily found a best friend in her; I wondered what about Emily had inspired her to become girlfriend material. I knew how she was before you met. “Fuck!” Natashya yelped.
