She must be nervous. I guess that's not surprising—I’d be overwhelmed if I were a sweet, quiet little wallflower being matched to such well-known legacies like us, too. Plus, I know I’m a big, scary motherfucker at first glance. Maybe she’s intimidated by our size difference, but I’ll show her just how gentle I can be as soon as we find somewhere private to get cozy. Unless she likes it rough. Or kinky. Gods, I need to know if she has any kinks.
