He kept stroking himself, smirking at his friend. He sat back in his chair and asked, “Is it bad luck to speak of the departed in such a way?”
“She hasn’t come to strike me down just yet.” He took another sip of his drink. Porn He kept stroking himself, smirking at his friend. He wanted to retort, but his mind was too busy conjuring up images of his granddaughter. Don’t try to deny it. He growled through gritted teeth, “Scandalous. His hips flexed as he stroked his cock. “What if I beat you to it?”
“I’d have to gut you like a fish,” Nicolas replied with a breathy laugh. “That was a fine party, my lord.”
“Indeed, I can’t remember a more pleasant evening,” replied Lord Nicolas as he sat at the large mahogany desk. Will you retire to your rooms for the evening?”
Saewulf nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you know,” Nicolas began, “The stablehands tell me she dresses in men’s clothes, trying to hide who she is so she can be part of their gambling circle.”
Saewulf groaned in delight. “Your son? “She does have a habit of
