[ Angela only had herself to blame. He was usually patient but she was a terrible tease (the best kind, really). It wasn't as if he wouldn't have stamina for whatever she had in mind from the store. His hips pinned her just enough to the motorcycle saddle that she should have been able to feel the bulge hardening at his crotch. Regardless of his growing state, Derek was happy to banter a bit more. ]
You want a hint. Hmm. [ He looked away, pensive for a moment before looking back and uttering with an impish grin. ] How 'bout something hot and black in you that's not coffee?
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You want a hint. Hmm. [ He looked away, pensive for a moment before looking back and uttering with an impish grin. ] How 'bout something hot and black in you that's not coffee?