[Sure isn't. And there's no real time or place to talk, either. He just lets her take what she wants, pulling her in nice and close while he gets his hands on her, running them up and down her sides, tightening around her waist, grabbing at her ass with a squeeze and a smirk.
And then he turns the tables, giving her a firm shove to press her back to the sink, then lifts her up onto it. Hopefully it supports her weight - she's small, she said it herself. He stands between her knees and kisses, mixing teeth and tongue against her lips and throat while his hands grope beneath her shirt.]
Whatcha in the mood for, baby girl?
[He doesn't need to ask, really. She's showing him. But he likes to hear her talk, likes to hear her tell him her fantasies.]
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And then he turns the tables, giving her a firm shove to press her back to the sink, then lifts her up onto it. Hopefully it supports her weight - she's small, she said it herself. He stands between her knees and kisses, mixing teeth and tongue against her lips and throat while his hands grope beneath her shirt.]
Whatcha in the mood for, baby girl?
[He doesn't need to ask, really. She's showing him. But he likes to hear her talk, likes to hear her tell him her fantasies.]