[Pukin's always been masculine, and Angela's always liked it - her eyes trail across those boxers, the noticeable tent in them, tongue flitting over her lips. She can hardly blame Pukin for being excited to undress her, for wanting sex, because -

Yeah. Because she's so thirsty for that dick, once she gets a good look at it. She halfway wants to suggest getting Pukin ready with her mouth, but while Pukin absolutely wouldn't say no, she does like the mood they have going right now. Plus she doesn't want to move. It's nice, being called sweet, having Pukin be the one stripping her.

She lifts her arms, as instructed, kisses back as her shirt's tugged up. Even with her breasts bare, they still somehow manage to bounce in response to her shirt being tugged off.]

No kidding about hard. [She lifts her leg, brushes her thigh once more across Pukin's legth - this time, it's skin on skin contact.]

I want this in me, so we're even, right? [One of her hands moves to Pukin's face, strokes her cheek - then pokes her. On the nose.]

You know, you totally ruined me for anything that wasn't stupidly huge.