Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
[Cris closes his eyes partway, thoughtful, appreciative.] A cow, huh? Do I go for the udder or your tits? [He grins.] I dunno that cows got rights, baby. [Lewdness gives way to him being stupid and sweet, before he's on the ground.
He can tell Sam ain't too sure 'bout what he's saying.] You didn't tease me into nothin'. I wanted to see you—and I did wanna behave—pero—[He watches her lift the puppy.] I did wanna fuck you, yeah. You didn't know me good enough to know the signs then, huh? I remember starin' at your lips and your thighs, and I remember gettin' all worked up when we danced, 'til I needed a drink. [He smiles, somewhat nostalgic, but morea that heat.] I shoulda fucked you in that skirt. [He scoots, offa his knees, to sit on his ass, legs open in fronta him.] I tried to talk to you 'bout all your stuff, huh? I wanted to hear everything about you.