Lay Your Head on Me

[Sam Wilde]

"Oh yes. Pretty dresses, expensive jewelry, wrinkled hands down my pants. Dream come true." Sam rolled her eyes. Being a trophy wife would never sit well with the blonde. Yes, she liked all the luxuries she had but she knew how temporary they were. Given the circumstances...

Looking at Erika, she gestured to herself and shrugged, like anything could really bring her down.

A comical hip thrust later, Sam was shaking her booty in Erika's face. "I am so glad we're in the middle of the ocean right now." Sam snorted.