If You Dare - MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY

The fiery hued woman was pretty, these were things he was noticing as he stared her down. The dark markings that surrounded her eyes. She had gall too, her words were dangerously close to either making him collapse with hysterical laughter, or rip her jugular from her. Fuck buddies, she dared to say he'd experienced the delights her elusive hips offered, and didn't remember. Well, to be honest, the male couldn't be shocked. She wouldn't be the first fuck he'd forgotten. Her nose knocked against his, and he pulled his head back slightly in recoil, before stretching it forward, his salmon tongue daring to seek her ruby toned flesh, ivory canines wanting to nip at her- to sample her delicacy. "Sweetheart, if what you say is true... you truly must not be admirable enough for me to remember." He teased, though his words were sharp- venomous. She must be forgettable, if he couldn't remember him. "What a pity, with a fiery ass like that, you'd think I'd never forget the wonders it could hold." Perhaps this was indeed his way of answering her, no, he didn't remember who this fiery babe was. "Should I force those thighs to scream me their story once more, perhaps that will jog my memory?" He asked, an elusive smirk upon his jaws. Oh to hear those pristine jaws, scream his name- begging him for mercy, to cease in the torture he could thrust upon her, a torture only he could bestow.