"Nine hells, one headache, and too much noise", Jerrick said. The tanned girl was quite the buxom trollup. Though he liked her voice better in his inberiated state. He was distinctly lacking trousers and she was distinctly making herself available. He paid for her fun, he had plenty of time for his.<br/><br/>"You look like hell", he tells her as he took hold of her rings. His dry voice held no consideration for the mood of the morning. He felt liek hell, last night she was likely riding him like a champ. "You sound like hell", he continued,"...better fix that." the prick told her pulling her to her hands and knees on his beding and reintroducing her to his fleshsword.<br/><br/>The redhead tied to the table was sleeping sound enough. Likely had a long night. He didn't hear the third, so nipples good start his day off proper. Speakign of which he ringed each hand. She might not be in teh best mood, but he deffinately wasn't.