How 'bout you tell me how much you want it. [Not that it stops Nisha from undoing his jeans just under the edge of his half-tucked shirt. Brushes her bloody knuckles over skin. All careful and controlled though nothing even remotely close to stalling.
At least ignoring the fact that his teeth have her toes curled against the back of his legs.]
no subject
At least ignoring the fact that his teeth have her toes curled against the back of his legs.]