The Naked WarriorChapter 7
Deet. Deet. Deet. “Okay ... I can almost see the numerals!” I craned my head, trying to get a good look at Ali. She was trying to crane and twist her body around, using every bit of gymnastic funtimes that she had in bed (I swear, she was able to lick my balls while riding my cock cowgirl style. Not reverse. Regular cowgirl. Note to self: If we survive, try that.) “Do you recognize them?” I asked, jerking my head slightly to try and see if I could knock my psychic suppressing hat off. No...