JUST ANOTHER SATURDAY NIGHT
11-02-2013, 05:16 PM
She laughed as he spoke. Perhaps she ought to leave, but part of her was interested. The harlot was beyond morality, beyond caring what was normal and what wasn?t, her moonlight-colored gaze displaying her amusement with the creature in front of her. ? He estado en muchas posiciones antes, guapo. No est?s tan seguro de que ser? capaz de poner una nueva,? (I have been in many positions before, handsome. Don't be so sure you'll be able to put me in a new one) she crooned, a sedutive purr that was spoken as she moved forwards. She would try to brush along his left side, hoping to let her long, sleek pelt brush against his short furs, wondering what sort of effect she would have upon him. Medusa would keep going, as if she was intent upon leaving him, as if she was walking away. She wanted to know what he would do in such a situation, what the predator?s reaction to her would be, but alas she did not care if he followed or if he let her go.
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