[Always so ready, so willing for it. It strokes him through his pants, projecting that thought to him-- thinking back over their talk only a day prior.
I can do anything I want to you, and you'll love it. I could suck you off right here in front of everyone, and you wouldn't stop me.
It drops to its knees in front of him, starts working its way through unfastening his pants, and its gaze dances between the opening of his pants and his eyes, its expression utterly devious.]
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I can do anything I want to you, and you'll love it. I could suck you off right here in front of everyone, and you wouldn't stop me.
It drops to its knees in front of him, starts working its way through unfastening his pants, and its gaze dances between the opening of his pants and his eyes, its expression utterly devious.]