Drag My Nuts Across Her Chin

The woman was a gift. She stood before Barton Splash wearing a traditional, red silken dress that stretched down to her fingers and clear to the tips of her toes. As a visitor to Bandazzii, he understood the garment to be ceremonial, a symbol that she was his for the taking, but if it hadn’t been for the low cut neckline, exposing the woman’s soft cleavage, there would have been nothing else about it to suggest she was there simply for his pleasure.