Ajedrez is, it should be said, drunk. And, somewhere and somewhen on the trip, the sultry challenge of downstairs had dissolved into, well, giggles. Amused, drunk, what the hell am I doing? Of course, that doesn't mean that she has any intent of stopping or running, and as Mary Anne unlocks her door, Ajedrez bends her head down and kisses the back
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