“No. But if you dress up as a vampire, I’ll dress up as Santa.” Summer leans over me, her fingers digging into my bare chest, eyes sparking with lust. “You would do that for me?” I would do anything for you. But I keep that to myself. “There are weirder kinks. I’m not exactly the right build though.” I glance down at my slim, slightly underfed body. “I’m not looking for the belly.” Is she panting? “You find the outfit and call me a ho, and I will demolish you. You’ll want to relocate to the North Pole and pretend it’s Christmas year-round.”
