Does Luna keep talking about it?
of course
I have to go by the reception to reach the kitchen and make some coffee. Once the deliverydriver is gone I can hear Luna behind me. She jumps onto the kitchenisle and stares at me. Tell me, how bad do you need to fuck a woman to make her throw up? What did you do to her?
I just glance at her, take a sip from my mug. I just want to make her shut up. In my mind I am already stuffing my dick down her throat. Seriously, do you ever shut up?
I would dare you to make me, but I fear it would be sooo bad that I would throw up as well. Her eyes go down to my pants where I still have a serious boner. She just winks at me, jumps down from the isle and goes back to her laptop. Did she wink or was it just my imagination? I take a deep breath to calm myself. Does it smeel like pussy?
My eyes go over the countertop. There. Just where she was sitting just seconds ago. A small wet spot.
It can't be...
I go over to the reception and sneak up from behind. I can smell her perfume and whisper to her. Either you've pissed yourself and that would be gross, or your cunt is leaking, just by looking at me Luna. Tell me, what do you know from yesterday?
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