"How does your head feel?"
"Like someone's dug through it with a teaspoon," she said moving away from his hand and looking down, the echoes of the king's voice slowly beginning to fade, but the pain remaining
. He turned his head and pressed his lips to the pulse of her neck. She must have gotten that on the last wall; it had thorns
. . Charles was lounging back in his chair, eyes closed and a look of contentment on his face
"How does your head feel?"
"Like someone's dug through it with a teaspoon," she said moving away from his hand and looking down, the echoes of the king's voice slowly beginning to fade, but the pain remaining
. He turned his head and pressed his lips to the pulse of her neck. She must have gotten that on the last wall; it had thorns
. . Charles was lounging back in his chair, eyes closed and a look of contentment on his face
"How does your head feel?"
"Like someone's dug through it with a teaspoon," she said moving away from his hand and looking down, the echoes of the king's voice slowly beginning to fade, but the pain remaining
. He turned his head and pressed his lips to the pulse of her neck. She must have gotten that on the last wall; it had thorns
. . Charles was lounging back in his chair, eyes closed and a look of contentment on his face
Very Nice Leather Lady