“You should be like this all the time,” the midnight man said against her lips. “Naked with a cock stuck in you. You wear it well.” “Do I?” she asked, hardly knowing what she said as she was so lost in the moment. “Your breasts are rose red and your nipples are wine. I can’t wait to find out what shade of red your cunt is.” “It’ll be red and white when I’m done with her,” Malcolm said. “A candy cane.”
