What, you trying to make me jealous. Haven't you done that before...?
[With that disgustingly hot red dress and those hapless fools. Or looking for the host of the party and that bumbling buffoon. Yes, she could easily make him jealous, but he supposed that if he could be assured that it was him she wanted... he wouldn't mind watching others fail. It was that possibility that she'd pick someone over him that always threw him off.
And then she was kissing him, pressing him up against the wall and nibbling at his ear before her lips were on his and his train of thought was thoroughly derailed, a hand at her ass yet again. She had a marvelous ass...]
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[With that disgustingly hot red dress and those hapless fools. Or looking for the host of the party and that bumbling buffoon. Yes, she could easily make him jealous, but he supposed that if he could be assured that it was him she wanted... he wouldn't mind watching others fail. It was that possibility that she'd pick someone over him that always threw him off.
And then she was kissing him, pressing him up against the wall and nibbling at his ear before her lips were on his and his train of thought was thoroughly derailed, a hand at her ass yet again. She had a marvelous ass...]