[ He can't deny the excitement that surges through him when she says that, not felt since... well, since an hour ago or so, but before that not felt since he saw her masturbating back at the funeral, which was so fucked up of him but. But it still felt good. His pupils dilate a little, and while he tries to play it cool, that absolutely made his cock throb inside of her. Knowing that would betray him to her, he... ]
You... I mean, I'd love that. But you don't have to either.
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You... I mean, I'd love that. But you don't have to either.
[ Tries to be sincere. ]