Beautiful nightmare

He would watch her from his slab, noticing the laughter that racked her sides, quiet enough that he had to strain just a tad bit to hear it. She seemed amused by his blunt truth; wasn't that a first. Most females probably would've been insulted at being called a terrible fuck, vehemently arguing that they were indeed a very good one. Or at least, perhaps the whores around the area would try to defend their valuable bodies. The thought was amusing to Cicero, but not nearly as amusing as the comment that slipped from the girl's lips. Don't knock it till you try it..


As the words filtered through his ears, a booming laugh would erupt from his jaws as his entire body shook with laughter. It was a few moments before he could calm himself enough to speak properly. Be careful what you wish you little storm cloud because it very well could come true. He would chuckle again, unable to contain his laughter. She was basically asking him to fuck her. Was she that desperate to be used? Was she one of those whores that pretended to be hard to get, but when you got her fired up, was unable to control herself? He couldn't tell and it wasn't like he cared really. She could be whatever she wanted and do whatever she wanted; she was of no concern to him. Not yet anyways. The two-toned man would continue his adventure across the slabs, slowly but sure making his way towards the storm cloud, curious to see if anything interesting would develop from this meeting.


"Burn Baby Burn"