Uncomfortable, me? [ he moves against her fluidly, his vision immediately adapting to the light. lyle cages her in with minimal effort, smooth as you please. he helps her - and holds it shut. returning the smirk with a lazy smile.
why destroy a good thing, indeed? she's a challenging one, and he thinks that it would be a waste if he passed up on a good time like this.
he leans down then, tipping her face up to his with a mischievous smile. ] Perish the thought.
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why destroy a good thing, indeed? she's a challenging one, and he thinks that it would be a waste if he passed up on a good time like this.
he leans down then, tipping her face up to his with a mischievous smile. ] Perish the thought.