“You’re still recording?” she asked. Her voice was warm, a little rough, like burnt sugar.
Then the man spoke, his voice breaking just a little. “Then why did you ask me to come?” PrivateSociety.24.05.07.Honey.Butter.She.Wants....
She laughed softly. “Remember what? The part where I spill the coffee or the part where you tell me you’re scared?” “You’re still recording