12 All Gods Fade
Something soft and pliable surrounded his face, and his hands were clutching the same sort of thing. Tom still smelled the aroma of Lavender. He opened his eyes and looked up slightly. He saw the well-proportioned navel in the black landscape that was Veritasia. His hands gripped her beautiful ass, and her legs were wrapped comfortably around him. Being properly positioned, he went in for a quick kiss on the lips that never speak.
This must have served for waking her up. The next few moments were taken up by the need to renew and reinforce some late night memories that they had created last night. Tom had always considered Halle Berry to be an ideal womanly body of sorts, but he would not have traded the acrobatics that he and Veritasia engaged in last night, even for Ha
