A dry hollow sound. "This is a weak moment right now. I want you too badly, and if I turn around, that's it," he sighed. "I don't have condoms, so I can't even protect you." "I thought bikers were supposed to carry a few in their wallets," I teased him. "Some hot chick has a thing for leather, and you can just reach for one as you whip it out." "I think you like to kill me. It's a specialty of yours."
