Chapter 201 Gold-tipped arrows

“Are you sure you do not like Fentone?” 

I paused. In the steaming bathtub, my legs were boneless, my vagina walls sore from the four new wicked tricks he just dragged me through. 

And he proceeds to ask that?

I turned back to stare at him, the man made even more breathtaking by mist and moist. H...