Miss Minnie And The Brass Pluggit - Plot & Excerpts
A masculine hand rippled the satin sheets, stroking the curves of her body. “Are you awake?” “Mmmph.” “I need to ask a favor, my sweet.” “Oh heavens, Roger.” She moved and masses of tousled chestnut hair tumbled over the pillow. She brushed them to one side. “Do you think that now’s a good time?” He grinned. “Definitely.” “Bastard.” It was an affectionate insult. “Well, what do you want?” “I need you to go south and visit the Brass Pluggit.” There was complete silence while Minnie turned those words over in her mind. Then she lifted up on one elbow, tucking the sheet around her breasts. “Darling, I’ve heard you accused of possessing brass balls many times. But it’s the first time I’ve heard you’ve got something else of brass as well, not to mention the first time I’ve heard it called that.” Her eyebrow lifted as her hand slid down his abdomen to cradle his relaxed cock. “And to be quite honest, it doesn’t really feel much like brass right now.”
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