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“What happened?”

“SNAKES!”

She vaults the fence. Actually, vaults.

Hell.

She practically fucking flies over it, flashing a little bit of the treasure between her thighs on the way, and immediately my dick hardens in response.

Double shit.

I drop the hose just in time to catch her with barely an oomph uttered. And I have to admit I’m quite taken by the feel of her in my arms.

Soft.

Warm.

Wet.

Almost naked.

Every thought I've ever had leaves my head. Her arms lock around my neck. My hands automatically spread across her wet thighs, thumbs brushing the marvelous globes of her ass cheeks.

Hands higher, asshole.

It hurts, but I move them to her waist. And now I can feel her heavy breasts brushing the tops of my fingers.

Not an improvement.

Then I realize what she said, and I frown.

“Snakes?” I manage.

“Yes!”

Belinda buries her face against my chest.

Fuck me.

“There are snakes in my shower!”

My brain finally reconnects.

Wait, I didn't put snakes anywhere.

I put worms in the pipes. Harmless little earthworms.

“Oh Goddess, I’ve never been so scared!”

Then every urban legend I've ever heard about reptiles crawling through plumbing flashes through my mind.

Triple shit.

Apparently, my harmless little trick became bait.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Her head snaps up. “There are snakes coming out of my drain, Damian!”