My Sentinels

Beck:

“Do you trust me Monarch?” Asking with a firm softness as she looked up with swirling blueish-green orbs, nodding a gentle “yes” biting her lip nervously.

Sliding back to the floor as she pulled the comforter away with her black lacy ass swaying in the air, smacking it with a firm palm as her body trembled in shock.

Slipping my black loafers off with the fluid motion of my jeans, reaching i