[ hushed laughter beneath his ear: isn't he so sweet man. couldn't have imagined—coming from Herlock Sholmes, the man who is always imagining. ]
I have room for you. [ for more than just a single finger. ] Are you unhappy with me? Your poor, stiff cock.
[ the words are easy and brazen, no bashfulness. no; she likes to speak boldly and earn a reaction. the idea entertains of rising up and parting her drawers for him so he can see where he plays, but she can't... get up... ]
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I have room for you. [ for more than just a single finger. ] Are you unhappy with me? Your poor, stiff cock.
[ the words are easy and brazen, no bashfulness. no; she likes to speak boldly and earn a reaction. the idea entertains of rising up and parting her drawers for him so he can see where he plays, but she can't... get up... ]