At least he knows she doesn't have a giant horsecock, and she doesn't have to reassure him of that. Because she would have, if she'd known the option was on the table at any point.
"Just like that," she affirms with a nod, her smile just sort of disconcertingly enthusiastic. She can't help it if she's excited, this is exciting, of course she's going to be excited. "Wait. Do you want to help me get my shirt off first?"
She is, lucky for her, woefully unaware of how tacky that sounds, like something out of a bad porno. But she's actually serious, just for this one moment. From her position, even with her hair braided, shirt remove becomes a task unto itself between the horns and the hair. She's not even trying to be coy about it.
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Date: 2013-09-24 02:59 pm (UTC)"Just like that," she affirms with a nod, her smile just sort of disconcertingly enthusiastic. She can't help it if she's excited, this is exciting, of course she's going to be excited. "Wait. Do you want to help me get my shirt off first?"
She is, lucky for her, woefully unaware of how tacky that sounds, like something out of a bad porno. But she's actually serious, just for this one moment. From her position, even with her hair braided, shirt remove becomes a task unto itself between the horns and the hair. She's not even trying to be coy about it.