“Okay.” She pauses. “I won’t key your car, and you can spank me anyway. How about that?” “I don’t negotiate with terrorists.” “Well then. Oops,” she says again. Only this time, her chirp is accompanied by a scraping sound. Heat rises to my brain and down the length of my dick, making the blood in both of my heads boil. Fuck, she’s annoying. Fuck, she’s hot.
