Just one Line.

From a WIP I'm trying to finish before the end of the month:

"Just the tip?" he repeated. He didn't sound convinced.

"Just the tip," I responded, nodding with a serious expression while internally laughing at the absurd reversal of roles I found myself in.

How many times had I heard this exact same line from guys trying to get into my pants? How many times had they tried to convince me that "just the tip" didn't really count? That it wouldn't really be sex if they only put the head in. As if there was some magical dividing line an inch or two inside my pussy that separated fooling around from fucking. And here I was serving up that same tired line to James with a straight face while his cock literally dripped with anticipation.
 
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