She giggles as his stubble trails along her skin, recoiling slightly from the scratchy beard. ”No fair,” she whines, though she’s clearly not all that offended by it.
He continues to kiss down her body, stopping at the waistline of her pants. She does stop him this time, appreciating that he doesn’t assume. One handle wraps beneath his chin, lifting it up every so slightly. ”What is that old adage? If you give away the farm, who will buy the milk?” She chuckles, shaking her head slightly. ”Not sure I have that right, but you get the gist. I have to keep you coming back for something.”
He continues to kiss down her body, stopping at the waistline of her pants. She does stop him this time, appreciating that he doesn’t assume. One handle wraps beneath his chin, lifting it up every so slightly. ”What is that old adage? If you give away the farm, who will buy the milk?” She chuckles, shaking her head slightly. ”Not sure I have that right, but you get the gist. I have to keep you coming back for something.”
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