“oh, it is. get’s my samoan blood boilin’.” yeah, he went there. the wiggling earns a grunt, joe’s hands tightening on her hips before slipping back to palm at her rear. “dunno. stuff and things.”
“Good, i think i know a few other things that can get ya’ samoan blood boiling too.” Her brow cocked at the new pressure on her rear, hands snaking around Joe’s neck. Saraya’s fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Well, stuff and things sounds pretty interestin’.”
