[He tries to talk back, but by the time he does, her hand is back, so all he manages is a grumble.
So what the hell can he do to assert himself? He considers the possibility of slapping her ass, and then the possibility that she'd rip his dick off when she's done if he tried that. Not that he's scared or anything. Goodness, no. He just values his health.
But surely, there's no harm in placing his hands on her thighs and sliding them upwards, an air of defiance and possessiveness in his eyes.]
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So what the hell can he do to assert himself? He considers the possibility of slapping her ass, and then the possibility that she'd rip his dick off when she's done if he tried that. Not that he's scared or anything. Goodness, no. He just values his health.
But surely, there's no harm in placing his hands on her thighs and sliding them upwards, an air of defiance and possessiveness in his eyes.]