Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove

by Kass O'Shire

Except really, there’s no choice. Gwen deserves for me to fuck her on the bed. On the sheets I gifted her after Preston died so she wouldn’t have any lingering scent of him on her. The sheets I picked for how their grey color matched my own skin. The sheets I might have come on and washed before I gave them to her so she’d smell just a little bit like me, instead.

crazy

“I honestly didn’t plan on you taking your clothes off at all. I hoped you’d let me.”