Whitefish River the other side of paradise

dreamily drifitng off whilst relaxing her body, she remained blissfully ignorant of how exposed the two were. in her mind, getting caught wasn't that big of a deal; the more, the merrier. during her daydreaming, after what seemed to be ages of just growls and moans, he had asked about her name. there was no harm in it, she figured. i mean, he did get to know her. a promise was a promise, even if it might have been an implied one. ,,velvet,'' she purred her name at him as he finished asking, ,,and what might yours be, love?'' she couldn't help for her voice to remain the slightest bit sultry.