Three feet of cock- 2

“Oh. So it is… I-I guess that means you and I are together, Zoe,” Daniel stuttered.

She smiled. Well, maybe she could teach him a thing or two…

“So now I get to go?” Shikha asked. Only Peter and David were left. She didn’t know either of them especially well. Peter had always struck her as too serious, though, too straight-laced. Then again, you never knew what someone was underneath. After all, even plain, boring vanilla is the world’s second most expensive spice. Then again, there was something about David’s stubble and confidently wolfish nature that made her stomach flutter… Fifty-fifty chance either way.

She plunged her hand in and grabbed the first key she touched. “Congratulations. You’re in for a treat,” bragged David with a wink.

Shikha blushed at his forwardness and sat down without a word, avoiding Batoul’s jealous gaze.

“I guess I don’t really need to pick,” Batoul realized. She met Peter’s gaze, partially shielded behind his glasses. She gave a charming smile and pressed her arms inward, pushing her ample chest up and outwards. His eyes widened and he bit his lower lip. Oh, he was like a little puppy. She almost felt guilty for what she was going to do to him… “So it’s you and me, huh, Peter?” she giggled. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle with you.”