He eases up, and he's in a funny spot, hunched over her, so scoots back a bit. Still close, though, close enough to rest his chin on her stomach. He practically lounges in her lap, letting her run on and on with those kinds of worries, still idly feeling her up.
"Do you think you won't please me?" he asks, genuinely a little surprised.
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"Do you think you won't please me?" he asks, genuinely a little surprised.