First-person View: Oral Pleasure Ends With A Surprise In My Hair

“I’m sorry,” I repeated, unable to let her go, though she wasn’t trying to escape anyway. “And she’s fine with it. “I’m thankful you saved Gabriella,” she admitted. I tried to keep my tone gentle as I responded. Thus, instead, I decided to go back into the main section, sprouting my bat-like wings before picking up the stiff cadaver and doing my best to shoulder the body, disgusted when some kind of nasty fluid began leaking out of his mouth. And he had some Rubbing Alcohol at the warehouse, so I made sure I got rid of my fingerprints on the car. “I didn’t sleep.”
She abruptly looked at me in concern. And I probably would have stayed in there a long time, even after the hot water ran out, but my stomach wouldn’t let me. I tried to not focus on that now though. I looked a little higher, meeting her chocolate brown gaze, feeling the most embarrassed I’d ever felt in my entire life.