She stared down at him like he was a piece of shit stuck to the bottom of her boot. XNXX “Bartender, can I get a shot of whisky over here?” Sasha’s melodious voice flew my way. To be a Frost Demon’s woman, and especially Rex’s woman, you couldn’t afford to be a delicate flower. She made a coaxing gesture with one hand. “You see my man, bitch-boy? Until then, though, go ahead and have your fun,” Rex rumbled. I was just turning to walk back to the bar when her voice hit me like a deadly caress. Should I take care of this little bitch?”
A raucous din of approvals hit her like a barrage of cannon fire.
