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caught between the real thing
& nothing at all
& nothing at all
James shrugged. Did it have to be more serious than that? It really didn't, so thought the thief anyways. Looking up, James pretended to count on his fingers, mumbling half-forgotten names (probably). Pausing, scratching his head for effect, eventually he shrugged. "At least 6, I'll tell you that." He replied, waggling his fingers. As for how many times he wanted to fuck Amun? With a grin, he continued to waggle those fingers. "Well I'd want it to be a fair comparison, yeah?" James said, mischief sparkly in his swamp-water stare.
Humming suggestively, James placed a hand over his heart (well, nipple specifically). "Would ye' believe me if I said it warmed the cockles of me heart?" He asked, his accent overly exaggerated in a sing-song cadence. Regardless of how energetic his cock felt, the snake would never turn down a good cuddle. Or hand on his thigh, he wasn't terribly picky.
"Oh a they? Go on then. What was it they had on their minds if not horns and sparkles then?"
Humming suggestively, James placed a hand over his heart (well, nipple specifically). "Would ye' believe me if I said it warmed the cockles of me heart?" He asked, his accent overly exaggerated in a sing-song cadence. Regardless of how energetic his cock felt, the snake would never turn down a good cuddle. Or hand on his thigh, he wasn't terribly picky.
"Oh a they? Go on then. What was it they had on their minds if not horns and sparkles then?"
