She twitches to the touch, her hair bearing a soft, relaxing smell.
ㅤ "You really need an off button... 💧 " Alastor coughs a little, trying to make sure she doesn't start purring.
She twitches to the touch, her hair bearing a soft, relaxing smell.
ㅤ "You really need an off button... 💧 " Alastor coughs a little, trying to make sure she doesn't start purring.
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“ Off button? Never, you are stuck with me. ”
For better or worse was left unsaid.
Gently guiding her towards the couch, taking a seat and taking
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He might be an unashamed pervert, but he loves being this sweet with her. Just holding her without second intentions.
. . . Do ignore his bulge. 💧
ㅤ ... Admittedly, she gets a little confused, here. Sure, she follows to the pull, giving a gruff little sound when their fingers lock - hell, as if everything that's been going on hasn't been embarrassing enough. But, it's not exactly behavior she's unused to from him.
Where her confusion comes is when Andrew drifts back into a seat, her ass practically eclipsing his lap when they touch down thanks to her squishy thighs. Softly, a flustered stutter breaks out just knowing how it does that...
ㅤ... Was he not going to do anything?
No other advances, despite the throbbing against her cheek..?