I'm not the one blushing so hard, am I~? [ It's not desperation! It's sexily annoying him! There's a difference! ] Also, I'm not exactly wanting for space, if you can't tell. And generally, I don't have giant weirdos in my room!
[ There's a pause where she squints at him for that "correction" she didn't ask for. ] That's not--ugh, never mind, you giant weirdo.
[ And back to being an annoying pervert--or not? Another roll, and she's the one left getting overwhelmed and red in the face. Whoa, whoa, whoa! This was definitely not the plan! She just wanted him worked up a little! But, before she can manage to protest this, his mouth is back on hers, tiny moans muffled against his lips as that erection of his pokes against some very sensitive places.
Theeeen he's gone. Well, part of him. She's left staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard, nipples fully at attention, hair and clothing equally disheveled. There's a long, long silence, then quietly, she grumbles: ]
Asshole.
[ There! He's finally earned that again!
She pouts in place for a while longer, then sits up and moves over to one of her closets, yanking out some pajamas. They're not going anywhere, so she may as well change into something more comfortable. There are much louder grumbles the entire time she's getting dressed...in her second bedroom! He doesn't deserve a show!
Once she's done, she stomps back in and over to him, raising her arms. He's fully activated brat mode. There will be no climbing! He's doing all the work for working her up! ]
no subject
[ There's a pause where she squints at him for that "correction" she didn't ask for. ] That's not--ugh, never mind, you giant weirdo.
[ And back to being an annoying pervert--or not? Another roll, and she's the one left getting overwhelmed and red in the face. Whoa, whoa, whoa! This was definitely not the plan! She just wanted him worked up a little! But, before she can manage to protest this, his mouth is back on hers, tiny moans muffled against his lips as that erection of his pokes against some very sensitive places.
Theeeen he's gone. Well, part of him. She's left staring up at the ceiling, breathing hard, nipples fully at attention, hair and clothing equally disheveled. There's a long, long silence, then quietly, she grumbles: ]
Asshole.
[ There! He's finally earned that again!
She pouts in place for a while longer, then sits up and moves over to one of her closets, yanking out some pajamas. They're not going anywhere, so she may as well change into something more comfortable. There are much louder grumbles the entire time she's getting dressed...in her second bedroom! He doesn't deserve a show!
Once she's done, she stomps back in and over to him, raising her arms. He's fully activated brat mode. There will be no climbing! He's doing all the work for working her up! ]
Pick me up and put me on!