Michelle
Kicking off my shoes in Joker’s and my room, I flopped face down on the bed and groaned. Sometimes I wonder why I ran for mayor, but then, thinking about the many missing women and children that were ratcheting up around the area, I couldn’t sit by and not fight for them, especially being a mother of a daughter.
I felt strong, capable hands on my a*s that started kneading my cheeks. I groaned again, it felt so good. The hands moved down to the crease where my a*s and the top of my hamstrings met, and they dug in, making me whimper. Deciding I’m a b*tch and loving Joker’s jealous reactions, I sighed and chose violence.
“Ninja, if you want to f*ck, you better hurry before Hunter gets back from the store.”
A hard smack on my right cheek made me yelp, and then I was flipped. A
