When my lips finally met Prescott's, the electricity of ineluctable ecstasy fired every neuron in my brain, engendering an erotic, epileptic seizure; the kind that a lesser woman might deem a "medical emergency".
When my lips finally met Prescott's, the electricity of ineluctable ecstasy fired every neuron in my brain, engendering an erotic, epileptic seizure; the kind that a lesser woman might deem a "medical emergency".