Chapter - 80
"I am telling you, boiy!" Grendel boomed, his rough voice rolling over the steady creak of the cart wheels, "That woman was built like a blessing from the gods. Her tits were huge. Big, heavy things that pulled your eyes right to them and dared you to stare."
He slapped his knee and laughed, loud and proud.
"And Lola's skin," He went on, warming to the story, "Soft everywhere. Not just soft. Warm. Like fresh dough that hasn't cooled yet. You press your hand there and it just wraps around those melons deep. When she sat on my lap, I swear the breath left my body. Chest crushed. Hips pinned. I was trapped under a real woman."
Leo lay flat on the hay in the back of the cart, straw hat pulled low over his face, the sun beating down. He groaned like a man facing execution.
