Re: In-person: Sam A/Cris M
You like touching my throat. [She says it young, questioning, another one of those things she doesn't get, even if it's hypocritical as fuck, because she loves touching him everywhere. But she's not so good at seeing her own actions in his, yeah? But his question is a good one or whatever, and she thinks about it a few seconds long.] I think if I have to ask, from the beginning, then it'll be bad. [She isn't articulate or whatever, but she's honest.] It's like staying at Neil's, or living with Al, yeah? Like I have to get permission for shit. [Hesitant.] But I don't wanna piss you off, either, yeah? It's confusing.
[He leads, and she's hella used to him smacking her ass now, huh? So she tries to get out of reach when he slaps, and she ALMOST manages. But then she's crushed up tight, and she doesn't really want to move. She doesn't get why he's looking for the dog, and maybe that's because he's inching hella close. His lashes are ink and her eyes go unfocused as she tries to look at them close. Her lips part, and she licks inside the bottom one, and she makes a little sound that's filth and want at the back of her throat.] Ok. Where can't we fuck, papi? [Breathless. Stupid, red cheeks, and breathless.]