Name's Mallory. Who are you fuckers?
“Just a little? I’m offended.” Tony scooted a little farther from her playfully.
She grinned, scotting closer to him and tugging off the shirt he’d given her.
She raised an eyebrow. “You are addicted to me, huh? Who says I feel the same way?” she asked, leaning down and kissing his neck.
“It just looks that way, it’s better to come out with the truth you know.” He teased, running his fingers through her hair softly.
“Well, then maybe I’m a little addicted. ” she replied softly before nibbling softly at the base of his neck.
Smiling mischievously before returning his lips onto hers, he whispered “You’re so addicted to me.” Tony couldn’t help but grin at his own comment and added “And vice versa.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You are addicted to me, huh? Who says I feel the same way?” she asked, leaning down and kissing his neck.
“No, I’m not complaining but if you don’t want to do it then it’s fine y’know? We could have lunch downstairs or something.” He asked reluctantly.
She smiled wickedly, before kissing him again. “Nope, I want to.”
Pulling away, a grin spread across his face “Are you trying to seduce me, again?”
She laughed. “Are you complaining?”
“It’s nice to know someone trusts me though, after she had yelled at me.” He chuckled, pressing his lips onto hers, his hand at the back of her neck.
She chuckled, running her tongue slowly along his bottom lip teasingly.
“At least I’ll be with my mom, Shes the only one who ever really loved me anyway.”
Mallory walks along in her work clothes (stripper), trying to keep attention away from herself.
“Who’re you exactly?”
