Once the orange juice wears off, I might be drunk. I love vodka.
You know, it’s never wise to tempt the devil”His gaze lowered to her hand, still locked in his grip, her finger glistening with pear juice.His rich voice lowered to raw huskiness “had I not this mask, I should be of a mind to suck that juice right off your fingers
I wash my hands in the blood of grapefruit. Come, drink with me.