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“It’s nothing”

“Coet all shy on me now”

She bites her lip in that way that’s quickly becoesture in the whole dah-pitched and breathy, and it’s all too easy to ier circled her hole, getting closer, and closer …

“I guess you could say I’m not really the boyfriend type”

Good

Her curves are carved of heavenly gradations, her hair is casual andHer eyes pierce and her voice is like an angel’s song She’s motherhood material and fuck-e and I feel ht that she’s not attached

Not that I can do a da about it, I remind myself

She turns back to the bacon and I ods that they lift hers up just a fewway it would peak for me

A touch, that’s what I’d tell myself

Just one touch

But the e Or rather the savage inside of ainst the wall, shivering and squirainst my hand

She finishes the bacon and dishes it onto plates, carrying it over to the bar

She sits at the bar, one stool over, perhaps sensing the ani

I bite into the crispiness of the bacon, feeling and hearing the crunch, the taste spreading satisfyingly around my mouth

Goddamn, she can cook too God save me

“Verdict?” she asks, nervousness in her tone

“Alorious”

“Jeez,” she giggles intoxicatingly “I’ve never haddescribed like that before”

“Don’t let any of the e knoell you can cook,” I joke Or at least I try toany asshole who’d evershe’s his “You’ll have the up from coast to coast”