❛ Long time no see. ❜ Pulls a cherry stem from between his teeth, flicks it over his shoulder. ❛ On a scale of 1 - 69...how much did you miss me eh? ❜
Strega makes a production out of stretching as she stands up, back arched and writhing sinuously. Closing the distance between them, she places crimson lips next to his ear before replying. “77,” she drawls, mischief and lust warring for dominance in her tone. “You get ate more.”










