Kristoff
Cora: You coming over to Astro's tonight?
"s**t," I cuss, almost driving over the edge of the circular water fountain. Pulling into the garage at the eastern part of the mansion, I take off my seatbelt and tap the phone screen hurriedly.
Cora: *sent a photo*
Reluctantly, I sigh and input my password, navigate to my w******p, and click on Cora's chat head. The picture pops up immediately; it's her t**s – big, bare, and inviting. On any other day, I would've been turned on and possibly jerk off to it later.
Cora: You in for it, baby boy?
"Sir?" Peter taps my window from outside, drawing my attention. I turn the phone screen down and slip it into my pocket as I got out of the car.
Without waiting for him to speak, I ask. "How's she doing?"
"Not, bad," he shrugs nonchalantly,
