Zafron swallowed hard, his eyes locked on the melon in her grasp. 'I've always wanted to feel those melons, and now she's offering it to me? Who am I to say no?' His mind raced as he tried to keep his composure.
He barely managed to say, "Yes, it will be a little... helpful." his voice a little shaky.
Cassandra smiled and slowly approached him, her movements deliberate. As she got closer, her other hand, slick with slime, gently traced across his face, leaving a cool, tingling sensation in its wake.
