Echo

I watched the zipper of the bag travel down to the its very end, opening the bag. Maria dug one hand, felt around the interior of the bag with one palm and then lifted up her head, her lips painted thickly in burgundy spread apart in a joyous smile.

"Mmmm." She moaned. "This one would be good for starters." She whispered, the husky fine of her voice making shivers go down my spine in a bad way. I narrowed my gaze at the bag, her hand was still in it yet to reveal whatver it was that has caused joy. I knew that whatever it was wasn't good for...