Rome
“I know you all heard me calling for him, why didn’t you stop him?” Cassandra’s nasally voice whined.
“Because he didn’t want to be stopped, you should take the hint,” I said.
She huffed, and crossed her arms. I couldn’t help looking down, I mean her t*ts were right there for all to see in the barely nothing dress she had on. It was literally a bikini with a short skirt and crisscross string over her torso, then two little scraps of triangles over her n*pples. Like I’m not one to tell a chick what she can and can’t wear, but f*ck, it’s almost indecent.
“Like what you see?” she purred, running a finger over her hard-looking breasts.
“Not really,” I said, totally uninterested. I like my women with a little more class. Like the red head at the bar in a long-sleeved, sparkly bl
