hit me with your best shot
God, she loved it when they played along. Ricochet was impressed with how quickly the snowy woman recovered, especially considering she'd just tripped over someone and uttered out a pretty awkward greeting. She bounced back with an "easy, tiger" that had the ebony girl grinning from ear to ear, and a chuckle slipped past her lips. Icebreaker, sure. "Not a very safe habit to make," she said with a casual little shrug. "Some tempers aren't so easily tamed by a pretty face. I'd say you got lucky. Or maybe I did," Ricochet flicked her tail again as her bicolored eyes roamed appreciatively over the strong and yet feminine figure before her.
As it turned out, this bitch was as naughty as she was. Ricochet couldn't seem to wipe the grin from her face as words tumbled darkly past the lips of the older woman. She was experienced, alright. But her words garnered no interest in the brutish woman. "Nah," she said. "I don't fuck guys. The blood sounds fun, though," she amended with a chuckle. She hadn't lived until then, huh? Maybe it was time to see how experienced this woman really was.
She smirked as the woman leaned closer and snapped her pretty jaws less than an inch away. If she was trying to scare or fluster Ricky, it wasn't going to work. She simply let out a flirtatious rumble in her chest, eyes glinting with mischief when the snowy woman leaned back again. "Ever fucked a girl? Way more fun, in my opinion, especially if you get one of the vocal ones," Ricochet purred, her tongue flicking out to dampen her lips and she grinned afterward, hoping the woman was savvy enough to get what the gesture hinted at. "I'd say you really haven't lived until then," she said, her voice a dark murmur. |