Best Adult Blogger: Gagsluts loved watching how her knuckles got white as she gripped the book tightly. She would not give in and ask for it, not yet. He knew her body and responses, every muscle and nerve ending. From practice he could tell just by her breathing pattern that the one finger swirling inside was driving her mad. Her pride tried to keep her quiet, but the heat in her core won out. The groan that leaked from her was his prize for now. Before she could even protest he was gone again. When she saw him again he was in Transportation, a book on Zepplins seemingly engrossing him.
