zephyr
She knows what she's doing with that body, that much is for sure. The subtle sways of her hips, the husky voice, the playful innuendos... yeah, she knows exactly what she's doing, and you're very close to giving in. How long has it been since the last time you had a good fuck? Okay, maybe not that long, but as her hips move just a liiiiiitttle closer it feels like fucking years.
Business, you old horndog. Keep it in your pants.
Somewhat reluctantly you draw away, moving to stand alongside rather than behind her. "You questionin' my stamina? I'm wounded." With a raised eyebrow and that not-quite-smile, you lean against the table, your hip pressing into the wood. "I may be an old man, but I can keep pace with you young'uns. Though y'don't hafta take my word for it. I'll be happy t'demonstrate." In the Fingers. With the caves. Obviously. Nothing else. Nope.
Business, you old horndog. Keep it in your pants.
Somewhat reluctantly you draw away, moving to stand alongside rather than behind her. "You questionin' my stamina? I'm wounded." With a raised eyebrow and that not-quite-smile, you lean against the table, your hip pressing into the wood. "I may be an old man, but I can keep pace with you young'uns. Though y'don't hafta take my word for it. I'll be happy t'demonstrate." In the Fingers. With the caves. Obviously. Nothing else. Nope.
I was born here and I'll die here against my will
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
I know it looks like I'm movin' but I'm standin' still
