Ginger goes for broke – part 2
Eventually Ryan recovered enough to realize that he’d better do something fast. He leaped from the couch, and flew to the door, slamming it closed with his body as he said, “Whoa! Let’s not go nuts.” Ginger heaved an internal sigh of relief. If he’d let her get that door open any further she would have either had to run out screaming, or had her bluff effectively called. She quickly spun around to face him, sliding one hand up his thigh to rub his crotch, while she threw the other arm over his shoulder, pulling him down to her, and once again licking the blood from his neck. ‘That tastes good.’ she thought as she lapped up his blood, and sweat. She decided to make a little mental note of it as she cooed in …