Youโre not so terrible. ๐
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โ ๐๐จ๐ฎ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ๐ฌ๐๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎโ๐ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐๐จ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ โ ๐๐จ๐๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐๐ง๐ฌ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ง ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐๐ฒ ๐๐๐๐
๐ฉ๐ซ๐จ๐ญ๐๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐๐๐.
Itโs like Kleyaโs trying to stop Vel from talking entirely with how she kisses her, attempting to urge their lips back together the moment thereโs the slightest separation.
โLike a hound,โ she manages to retort between hurried kisses, only saying this to get further -
reaction out of Vel. Itโs the usual game they play.
Moving backwards through the hut, she multitasks in the way her hands start to strip off the other womanโs rain-damp jacket. But soon enough sheโs backed into the cot, lowering backwards onto it with an arched spine, -
When Kleya catches sight of that familiar face through the window, over the shoulder of the current client, her overtly-friendly facade falters for a micro-second.
Oh, sheโs going to kill him.
โWhy donโt you take a look at these Shillian pots?โ She directs to the -
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Replying to @falseconcierge
โWe both know I donโt need to do that. You come when youโre called,โ is replied instantly to Velโs smart remark, alongside a repressed smile.
Their short hike through the jungle is brisk, but not to avoid the lingering risk of rain that hangs in the dense air. -
The warm contact of their palms and heated glances is electrifying; a promise of what they both want as soon as theyโre alone.
The moment theyโre within the dim glow of the hut, Kleyaโs turning to face Vel, releasing her hand in favour of grasping the sides of her neck to -

















