There's no challenge from me. [He admits almost immediately, hands lifting off the bed enough to signal his defeat, steering away from being awkward or contrary if it means not slowing down her stripping. He's not all that good with patience once the clothes come off, that much has always been apparent, and he's already shifting his weight onto one elbow while reaching out a hand towards her. Mostly straight for her boobs, because he has no self-discipline.]
Come here, darling, let us have a vanilla night, hm?
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Come here, darling, let us have a vanilla night, hm?