So much for tomorrow's lunch.
David watched Anissa inhale the leftovers he'd warmed up, amazed by the amount of food such a small person could pack away. She wasn't skinny, her curves were too lushly feminine for that but he could still probably pick her up with one hand. Right now she was plowing through her third roast beef sandwich, each motion of her hand and wrist swift and graceful. He remembered his dreams of those hands and almost moaned out loud as his c**k leapt to attention.
He'd gotten a Djinni for Christmas. Hot damn. Hell of a way to ring out the year. He wondered if her hard n*****s up in his room had been from more than just the cold. He could only begin to imagine the many ways he wanted to take her. Starting with here on the kitchen table. But not until she'd finished e
