Well, his excuses don't always work. Now that she's sampled the quality of his excuses, she might have a clue as to why.
It doesn't stop him from trying, though.
Just like it doesn't stop him from leaning closer, to lick at her mouth, almost teasingly. "Suppose you want me to thank you for earlier, huh?" FAT CHANCE. Except, of course, the way his hands continue to flirt with her valve, his hips pushing against hers, tipping up longingly into the touch, shivering at the raunchy promise in her voice as much as the squeeze of her hand around his spike.
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It doesn't stop him from trying, though.
Just like it doesn't stop him from leaning closer, to lick at her mouth, almost teasingly. "Suppose you want me to thank you for earlier, huh?" FAT CHANCE. Except, of course, the way his hands continue to flirt with her valve, his hips pushing against hers, tipping up longingly into the touch, shivering at the raunchy promise in her voice as much as the squeeze of her hand around his spike.