I could only see in heat signatures in this form which meant everything was a sort of blurry heat haze, so I didn’t know how much Big Bel could appreciate it when I shook my sexy ass at him. I turned around, giving it a whirl, serving me with a bite to the ass. “Why are you so angry at me, baby!?” I shouted, except it came out as a series of grunts.
fdkla a lovers spat
