His neck stretches a little - what IS that scent - and he's fighting to keep a casual look on his face - I could so touch one right now! If I lean forward an inch my chest would touch hers and it would be awesome -
"Come on now," he manages, somewhat slyly. "I'd never call you an 'it.' You're most definitely a 'her.'"
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"Come on now," he manages, somewhat slyly. "I'd never call you an 'it.' You're most definitely a 'her.'"