[ she wrinkles her nose at the idea of him retiring, sitting up a little to tell him firmly that he better not get any ideas about leaving. but the change of position allows her to feel the way he's already starting to get hard beneath her, and her expression brightens with mischievous interest. ]
Bet you could find a way to make me say please. [ and she rocks back onto his hips, the shift subtle enough to be innocuous. ] If you gave me something good enough.
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Bet you could find a way to make me say please. [ and she rocks back onto his hips, the shift subtle enough to be innocuous. ] If you gave me something good enough.