Bane murmurs. “I sure as hell am.” My eyelids flutter open and my senses become aware of the warm, solid weight of man pressed against my side. We are lying over the covers in his bed, naked. Jenny seems well enough after yesterday’s surgery, curled up on a doggy bed in the corner, dozing. Morning light is spilling in through the window in the bathroom, casting a beam over the foot of the bed. Bane wraps his arms around my waist and turns me towards him, the lengths of our bodies pressing together as he brushes his lips against mine. “Morning Ava,” he grunts. I turn to melt into him, letting my tongue flicker into his mouth, and as I shift my body closer I feel his erection pressing into my thigh. “Well hello there,” I grin. “Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” “I don’t have any pockets. But maybe you have somewhere I can stick my gun?” He wrestles me down with a growl, his fingers finding and stroking my pussy. I’m giggling, can’t help it.
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