❝ g r o s s ! i don’t want to touch your dirty man BOOBS ! ❞
her voice trilled; cracked, rising octaves relative to her growing offense. she kept her palm where it was still, feeling the faint reverberation of his palpitations below it. for whatever reason, she was FASCINATED by it. she tiltted her head back, hair flopping down over her thin features, and captured his stare. one leg crossed in front of the other to bring her a breath closer to draven.
❝ how do i make this thing go faster? ❞
THICK brows force down a bit. The insult to his body and the no apathy the other bore despite being so unbearably close to him. It bothered him. Why? NO ONE should be so close to him. Why ? He was too perfect to be INFRINGED ON. However, despite finding no PLEASURE in this, he wasn’t gonna back up or back down to some CRAZY chic.
❝ Make what go faster? I ain’t no machine here, gunny. ❞
