The problem was my hormones... and so I decided to do what I could to fix them. To become the sort of man who could better... appease you.

[ His wording was probably too delicate for what he was doing, but either way, the air around them no doubt smells like a doctor's office now between the smell of near-bleach and coffee mixd together. The young man squeezes her breast that much harder and runs a hand down to almost between hr legs, albeit with the sundress in the way. He keeps dragging her back, rutting himself against her through more than one piece of fabric ]