Thane Drogos

“You have quite the selection,” Evelyn mused, gazing at my bookshelf.

Her back was to me, the loose cotton shirt barely hanging onto her narrow shoulders. My eyes trailed downwards, taking in her lithe feminine form. Her hips flared out into leather pants I knew were Rio’s.

They looked much better on Evelyn. Slightly too big, but her round ass still curved against the fabric.

“I like to read on voyages,” I answered, ...