Tila’s dark eyes opened and she blinked at his question, musing. She felt so nice. She did not want to talk anymore, but she let her lips part so she could reply to the man that stood over her. The girl released a soft, “Rrr” noise to his hand gliding down her slide and hip across her thigh.<br/><br/>“They’re mine,” she told him, licking at her lower lip.  The comfort from the tuna and unknown pills was so terribly nice. She was full and warm and he was touching her. What more could she want except for a bit of a warm patch of sun?<br/>