[Bad luck, Jeremiah. Still very much a predator on the hunt, McGillis smells that shyness and so regains all of that ego. The tight line of his mouth, previous tilted down and into a frown, flips into something much sharper. That sickle sharp smile, which was arguably worse than a grimace, followed by a press of his body to the one that refused to budge—at least not much.
And no, that skintight suit didn't hide a damn thing, not a single curve of that flawless figure.]
I thought you heeded my warning, little noble.
[So much for doing better. This looked a lot like doing worse, not that he was about to complain. McGillis pages through the card, hemming and hawing at each square. Judging each and every one and making certain that Jeremiah can see it and hear it. He earned every ounce of ostracization and more for that little stunt on the beach.]
Multiple orgasms? Can you really make a man come that many times...?
[...goodness, this man was something like shameless.]
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And no, that skintight suit didn't hide a damn thing, not a single curve of that flawless figure.]
I thought you heeded my warning, little noble.
[So much for doing better. This looked a lot like doing worse, not that he was about to complain. McGillis pages through the card, hemming and hawing at each square. Judging each and every one and making certain that Jeremiah can see it and hear it. He earned every ounce of ostracization and more for that little stunt on the beach.]
Multiple orgasms? Can you really make a man come that many times...?
[...goodness, this man was something like shameless.]