26.Feb.12, 11:53 PM
“About 20 marks.” he admitted cheerfully. “But I only had a little left.” He would have preferred to be drunk than have good marks, and now he would be having neither. But at least the woman hadn't made any moves to get him off (of her) yet, so he remained in position, lazily. (She was soft!) It wasn't that he particularly wanted to lay here, but he had just lost the last of his non-swill liquor. After all, that was all Katila brewed so far. Swill. Hmmm, maybe he should be pretending to be a little sadder.
Farlint might respect women, but that didn't make him any less of a pervert.
He squeezed soft thighs again, snuggling into soft with a happy noise.
Farlint might respect women, but that didn't make him any less of a pervert.
He squeezed soft thighs again, snuggling into soft with a happy noise.