Doom POV
Tracey took advantage of my piss horn. This girl, since discovering that lovemaking was not restricted to nighttime, had been taken advantage of when I least expected it. I had to restrict the outside romps, purely because of the security cameras everywhere, but it appears that she enjoys the thrill of someone walking in on us. Like in the gym or the office. Just like I often catch Storm and Tempest, although I do try to do a discreet withdrawal.
Tracey was snuggled up beside me, her hand playing with my chest, running her fingers over my chest—something she enjoys doing.
"Would you like to be my woman, wear my cut?" I asked softly, kissing her hair and rubbing Tracey's back with my hands.
"Um? Er? Yeah, okay," Tracey replied, just as casually, sending a thrill through me.
Sh
