[Her tone is light and playful. She's trying not to smirk at him. His leather jacket is still engulfing her. Her perfume is going to linger on the leather. She likes how it wraps her up, but she's looking forward to feeling his sold form doing that instead. She wants to feel his warm weight on top of her, nestling between her legs. She idly plays with the ends of some of her hair. She twirls it around her index finger as she flutters her lashes at him.
His words are low and full of promise. His eyes are so dark as he looks down at her.]
What if I want to have my way with you, Roy? Maybe I'm dying to get a taste of you.
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[Her tone is light and playful. She's trying not to smirk at him. His leather jacket is still engulfing her. Her perfume is going to linger on the leather. She likes how it wraps her up, but she's looking forward to feeling his sold form doing that instead. She wants to feel his warm weight on top of her, nestling between her legs. She idly plays with the ends of some of her hair. She twirls it around her index finger as she flutters her lashes at him.
His words are low and full of promise. His eyes are so dark as he looks down at her.]
What if I want to have my way with you, Roy? Maybe I'm dying to get a taste of you.