[And he'd feel the same way—does feel the same way—if that sensual anticipation she keeps building up inside of him twist all that laziness up inside, making him both eager and useless at once.]
And whose fault is that, I wonder?
[Palms her again, greedily, fingers flexing in one hand while the other slip down her tail.]
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And whose fault is that, I wonder?
[Palms her again, greedily, fingers flexing in one hand while the other slip down her tail.]