‘Tease’ I say the word, pushing my lower lip out into a pout. He smiles at me in distraction. ‘Nope. A promise.’ His mouth forms a little frow...n of thought. ‘You know, I like navels.’ I fold my hands behind my head again. ‘Why’s that?’ ‘They’re such a convenient place to store one’s lint. That, and they’re like little mini-pussies for my finger.’ He grins, sticking his pinky into my navel again to demonstrate. ‘Why do blond girls have sore belly buttons?’ He pauses for a beat waiting for me to. The two girls switched positions and quickly sat down. That way I will know who I am speaking to. They both nodded their heads. Mark sat down to my immediate right at the plate with the three empty hot dog buns on it. Dad? he queried while looking at the now empty bread, Where is my food? Shiori, I said as I began loading my plate, I think you were first. Shiori nodded her head and stood up. She walked around behind me and stepped up to Mark. Mark just looked at her like he was a lost puppy.. To tight jeans jo ki navel ki neche se thi and black nail paint and black ear rings mai usse dekh k mann mann muth marne laga tha fir kisi tarah mai andar gya fir usne mughe cold drink snack ka offer kiya bt mai mana kar diya just mera dimag toh usse fuck karne me laga hua tha fir todhi der hum sofe me baith k baitein karne lage and batein karte karte Mai apna hath uske hath pe rakh diya usne mughe mana nahi kiya mughe toh green signal mil gya fir maine ussne smooch karna suro kiya woh bhi mera. Armando desperately scanned the kitchen for any sign of a weapon. The man in front of Alexa waved a fistful of notes in front of her face. "Come on, bitch - you gonna tell us where the old man keeps his stash, or do we have some fun?" He grinned unpleasantly. "Or mebbe Zeko and me have some fun anyways?" He slid his hand up Alexa's thigh, riding up her denim miniskirt. Armando ground his teeth in frustration as he looked around the immaculately tidy kitchen - everything was in the dishwasher.