She stared at him. He knew what for. She slowly smiled, the corners of her mouth teasingly rising as she placed a hand on the denim of his jeans in time with the rising of his pressure. Her eyes giggled at him as she felt his change, brushing the flat palm of her hand to induce more.
"Do you want me to?"
The question hung as rhetorical in the air as she unclasped his belt and let the zipper step down the length of his fly. Her eyes broke the gaze...
"Mmm."
She reached into his black briefs and withdrew a mass of heat, throbbing in anticipation.
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Kind of wondering if the tone of my writing is worth crafting an actual story...I've had a lot of adventures in my 27 years - I'd be curious if it'd be worthwhile telling the stories (with some...fictional flair for the sake of entertainment of course).
Cheers.
"Do you want me to?"
The question hung as rhetorical in the air as she unclasped his belt and let the zipper step down the length of his fly. Her eyes broke the gaze...
"Mmm."
She reached into his black briefs and withdrew a mass of heat, throbbing in anticipation.
---
Kind of wondering if the tone of my writing is worth crafting an actual story...I've had a lot of adventures in my 27 years - I'd be curious if it'd be worthwhile telling the stories (with some...fictional flair for the sake of entertainment of course).
Cheers.