She muttered, “If you stop now I think I might kill you.” She had one arm cocked up behind her head, and the other clutching at the edge of the sofa cushions. Her tongue flicked out to lick at her lips.
She muttered, “If you stop now I think I might kill you.” She had one arm cocked up behind her head, and the other clutching at the edge of the sofa cushions. Her tongue flicked out to lick at her lips.