[ He tries not to laugh, but a muffled chuckle slips out anyway. She's not wrong, she's warm in his arms, especially so where his fingers are. ]
I bet you do. [ He's tugging at the dress, pulling, getting it off best he can. He's not gonna be able to get his shirt off with that ribbon around his wrist, but his jeans, yeah - they're going bye bye. ]
Damn right I do. Wanna get my head between those thighs of yours and make you see God.
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I bet you do. [ He's tugging at the dress, pulling, getting it off best he can. He's not gonna be able to get his shirt off with that ribbon around his wrist, but his jeans, yeah - they're going bye bye. ]
Damn right I do. Wanna get my head between those thighs of yours and make you see God.