“I’ll bet they have them at that big porn store out by the truck stop on King’s Highway. They’ve got nearly everything else.”
“How do you know what they’ve got?”
He ignored that. “I’m going to chain you up in the basement until you see reason,” he said and licked her cunt. Sudden wetness bloomed under his tongue.
“I don’t have a basement,” Sarah said with a catch in her voice.
“That’s a problem.”
“Let’s don’t have problems anymore, Fletch. We’ll just call them opportunities for improvement, okay?”
“I like your thinking. Hold your legs as wide as you can.”
Sarah hooked her hands in the crooks of her knees and pulled her legs further apart. Fletcher slid one hand up under her butt, lifting her hips further. He had to lay down, planting the elbow for leverage, but when he got settled,
