[ His cheeks turn a bright shade of red as she leans in close, his eyes inadvertently flitting down between the shrinking space between their bodies. This has to be a joke, right? There's no way she's seriously making a move on him... ]
W-what else were you going to do, then...?
[ Oh, no. He's already imagining what she might do to him. And that's starting to make the fabric of his pants tent a bit as he imagines it in vivid, elaborate detail. ]
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W-what else were you going to do, then...?
[ Oh, no. He's already imagining what she might do to him. And that's starting to make the fabric of his pants tent a bit as he imagines it in vivid, elaborate detail. ]