*he's holding his breath, a smile growing wide at her reply. Looking sideways to be sure they're alone -or alone enough- he cups his cock over his pants and gives it a squeeze* Would you like some?
[It is a testament to her willpower that she isn't hysterical laughing right now. Instead, she just has her smirk in place.] I've got to be in the right mood.
What? *his face falls completely at that* But- But you said you like Cornettos! So does God! Look, I'm sure God would be proud if you liked my cock now! I know this, my old man works for the Vatican!
Totally. Neil's mun and I had a marathon and we so NEEDED to pick them as muses
Well, I'm so happy to see them <3
<3<3<3
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I thought you wanted to go for an ice cream. [She so deserves an Oscar for this performance. She's getting weeks of entertainment out of it.]
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We can go for fucking ice cream later, I'll pay! *is almost whimpering*
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That would be like... prostitution.
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Fine! Fine, how much do you charge?? More than an ice cream, right? I can get my mum's credit card, no problem.
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Do I look like a fucking hooker to you, tosser?