Hell, I’d be happy to stand in the hall and watch. I’d be happy to keep my hands to myself until she told me I could touch myself—could touch her. And if she let me join? I’d make it so good for her. I could be gentle. Rough. I could fuck her like I hated her or I could make love to her and kiss her soft and sweet. I’d get on my knees and beg, or I’d ask her to say please if that’s what she liked.
