[ That suggestion earns a sidelong look. Not that she's ever opposed to fucking — not where he's concerned anyway — but there's a wry skepticism that look, as if she's half-amused by the effort when they've been too exhausted to fuck even once since getting home. Even with her standing there in her underwear, she doesn't seem especially convinced. ]
Yeah? [ Dryly, as she finishes putting her hair up: ] You sure your imagination isn't getting ahead of your dick, old man?
[ Still, she comes over to make herself useful, her hands deft with the familiar motions as she undoes the front of his pants. All he has to do is keep his balance while she helps him undress. ]
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Yeah? [ Dryly, as she finishes putting her hair up: ] You sure your imagination isn't getting ahead of your dick, old man?
[ Still, she comes over to make herself useful, her hands deft with the familiar motions as she undoes the front of his pants. All he has to do is keep his balance while she helps him undress. ]