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I can see inaway the suds, but instead of an?"

She sain?" I ask her quietly

She reaches for the soap and I shiver when her hands press to my stomach and slide up over ivesyour self-loathing out on me, I think But then, you didn’t have to corin turns into a wide, di one of the girls in your phone who insist they never do this kind of thing"

"I’oad you It’s just that in your case, it seeether, I would bet you never do this kind of thing Not that there would be anything wrong if you did"

She nods, and watches her hands as she lathers up my chest,water: "The sex was good And I figured you were the kind of guy who can keep it just about sex, which is all I want right now"

"I can"

I think

I mean, it’s never been a problem before, but I’ to be honest, though You sort of suck at it" Her mouth drops open when I say this, and I quickly add, "Not the sex part--you’re very good at that part, iffun sex together"

Her blue eyes flash up toe her sides "I les "I’m sorry! I swear I’m not a jerk I justI don’t want to date, and the kind of guy I would date anyway is nothing like you, but here I awhich nore the insult in there "What kind of guy do you date?"

She looks up atconditioner into ers into her hair, saying, "II’m not your type What is your type?"

"Bearded Laid-back Tattoos"

"Mustard yellow cord-wearing craft brewer?" I ask, and she laughs "The kind of et the upturned points just right?"

"So like that" Her hands ain With her eyes ona soapy hand downclosed as I juood, I want to kiss her, but I’down my face

She lets out a little moan when her hand slides over the head of my cock

"Not your type at all," I tease

Her mouth presses to my collarbone "Nope, not even a little"