Teasing the clit, she tongued that little nub bringing out the purr in Tammy. XXX “Leave her alone, Tommy,” she said. Lifting his head, he looked at her, one eye was swollen shut, the other almost as bad. He watched as she implemented her ritual with salt, tequila, and lime. When your plan calls for you to observe and report but you end up in a gun battle, yeah, we called it a FUBAR. “And!”
“You’re an assassin what do you think they want?” He pondered what else to tell her then added, “Normally they would handle this in house, recover the money, cut off a finger, or two and send him packing. When she got the man who did the hit she found, much to her amazement, she enjoyed killing him.
