[ There's that sly smile of hers again, playing around the corners of her mouth the second she hears him stammer, even just a little. Like a fucking shark with blood in the water, this one. Sitting there with her legs shamelessly open, she tilts her head at him in a considering way, those dark eyes blatantly following his motions as he starts to oblige her by undressing. He's got more muscle on him than she would've guessed, which earns a slight arch of her eyebrows as she watches him, both amused and maybe a bit impressed.
Her attention drifts visibly lower when he starts taking off his pants. Apparently the woman sees no need to make a secret of her interest. ]
That's charitable of you.
[ The usual wryness of her words is somehow different when her voice goes low like that, the syllables just a little more languid when she teases: ]
Bet you're the type that'll get off harder if I sit on top.
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Her attention drifts visibly lower when he starts taking off his pants. Apparently the woman sees no need to make a secret of her interest. ]
That's charitable of you.
[ The usual wryness of her words is somehow different when her voice goes low like that, the syllables just a little more languid when she teases: ]
Bet you're the type that'll get off harder if I sit on top.