Hallowell
I felt a tiny ripple across my stomach and then a tightening in my walls before something rushed through my throat into my mouth, I gagged then swallowed. My feet felt like anchors had been attached to each of them and fling over board, what the f**k was I seeing?
I don't know what fueled her confidence, my limp feet or the blank expression on my face for a while, but she sauntered, putting extra sways into her hips as she moved toward me.
“What the f**k are you doing?” My voice came out as a growl.
She batted her lashes at me and looked at me, “What does it look like, Hallowell?” She asked, and then she ran her tongue over her lips.
I could feel that bile rising again and this time, I wasn't sure I would stop it from spewing out of my mouth. She moved even closer, taking
