“Miss…can you…I’m…Burnett.” The unfamiliar voice came distorted and broken. Head pounding, she placed her hand on it. She tried to focus on the shadowy figure in front of her, tried to hone in onto the sound of his voice. “How are you feeling?” the man’s voice finally came through clearly. The sh...
Sure, she was home, but part of her was still trapped up on that balcony, enjoying a long-overdue orgasm, courtesy of the Saint’s wickedly talented hand. The pleasure maker hadn’t gone away either. He was close. She could feel the heat of his presence tracing her backside. Sissy waved at her as J...