[Angela stiffens at that last line, shoulders narrowing - 'I want you bad.' She's the kind of person to bottle things up, to imply and then grumble when people don't pick up on her signals. She's very, very weak to bluntness like that.
And her neck's weak, besides. Then again, she can't think of anywhere on her body that isn't weak to being kissed by Pukin. The 'love' doesn't help. She's already a pile of fluffy, gooey feelings. This is her girlfriend. Heck, someday, hopefully soon, she's 100% going to be her wife.
Her thighs are soft, pliant to Pukin's touch, and Angela's legs part immediately to that intrusion, without even thinking about it. Those bright blue eyes are flitting across Pukin's body, then darting away, nervous.]
Get like this.
[She reaches down to Pukin's shoulder, but doesn't push away. She just steadies herself, even with one hand still tapping across the keys, one eye still occasionally looking across at the four or five windows she has open on her laptop.]
I seriously have work to do, babe... mm... and don't say that while staring directly at my boobs. At least look at my face.
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And her neck's weak, besides. Then again, she can't think of anywhere on her body that isn't weak to being kissed by Pukin. The 'love' doesn't help. She's already a pile of fluffy, gooey feelings. This is her girlfriend. Heck, someday, hopefully soon, she's 100% going to be her wife.
Her thighs are soft, pliant to Pukin's touch, and Angela's legs part immediately to that intrusion, without even thinking about it. Those bright blue eyes are flitting across Pukin's body, then darting away, nervous.]
Get like this.
[She reaches down to Pukin's shoulder, but doesn't push away. She just steadies herself, even with one hand still tapping across the keys, one eye still occasionally looking across at the four or five windows she has open on her laptop.]
I seriously have work to do, babe... mm... and don't say that while staring directly at my boobs. At least look at my face.