s*x, Lies and Propaganda
"Redheads are evil," Finn said from between the woman's legs.
She moaned softly and ran her fingers through his hair. "Are they now?"
Finn bit softly the patch of red hair over her c******s, and kept on talking, breathing and brushing his lips on it. "Yes. Didn't you hear? It says so on the videos."
She threw her head back on the bed and moaned louder, pressing her thighs together on his cheeks. "Mmm... I see. But aren't you the one making them? What do you call them, propas?"
"Propos," he corrected her, then dove inside her juices with his nose and tongue. The fact that it was au naturel down there made him grunt and bite, wanting her, needing her like an animal. It must be those pheromones, those primal urges.
See? It wasn't all nonsense, these blasted redh
