“Oh yeah, where are you going?”
“I don’t know you well enough.” Norma playfully hit Falcon on the shoulder, it made him vibrate with magnetism.
“Which tribe? Don’t worry, I’m part Cheyenne.”
“I knew it,” He began as he leaned in towards her, “You’re wild. I can just tell.” His eyes traced every curve of her body.
“You’re going to get me in trouble.” Norma beamed.
“Oh yeah?” Falcon brought her in close, the front part of her body was propped against the counter and the Allan boy’s fingers found its way into the place it had been itchin...
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