Once or twice, he tells me. Six months, and all I get is once or twice you were an okay lay--
[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?
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[He nips lightly at the crook of his neck, echoing that scolding. And now his hand wanders down, skimming down his stomach before he toys idly at the hem of his trousers.]
So I shouldn't blow you tonight, is that what you're telling me?