He knew that look. He knew what it meant without her uttering a word.
"Why aren't you between a pair yet, masturbator? How can you hide that thing away when I'm over here aching?" She tried to hold the glare, but the little glances gave her away—her eyes flicking to the bulge in his shorts, silently appraising him, weighing him up, wondering how good he'd feel buried between her breasts.
I flagrantly stole this morph from JayJay, who you can find on Tumblr here.
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He knew that look. He knew what it meant without her uttering a word.
"Why aren't you between a pair yet, masturbator? How can you hide that thing away when I'm over here aching?" She tried to hold the glare, but the little glances gave her away—her eyes flicking to the bulge in his shorts, silently appraising him, weighing him up, wondering how good he'd feel buried between her breasts.
I flagrantly stole this morph from JayJay, who you can find on Tumblr here.