“Can I shower?” “You can leave if you’d rather,” she retorts. “But all you’re getting from me is a blanket and a pillow.” I love how sharp she is with her words, like they’re weapons to surround herself with as well as the physical ones. It’s adorable and intriguing. “A pillow would be lovely. Thank you.” I don’t try anything as she ties my legs again—with the same awful, easy-to-unravel knots as before—and then she covers me with a blanket and puts a pillow under my head. Her scent is all around me as she does, and my cock stirs and hardens once more, even though I thought the noli had worn
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