[ john lets out a deep, sleepy laugh at her dream. ] Stay Puft Marshmallow Man, huh? [ he looks thoughtful, trying to recall any of his dreams. he has the faint memory of a desert, of something mundane from a time that feels like it belongs to a different man. he shakes his head. ] Nothing that interesting, but I did sleep well.
Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
You're going to insult me like that, first thing in the morning? [She's grinning too big at that sleepy laugh to sell this at all, it doesn't matter. She wouldn't stand a chance once his hands started vaguely wandering, either, so at least she's saving the effort from the start.
Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.
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Did you win? [ he asks, his hands drifting idly from her hips to her ass. ] Against the marshmallow.
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Hold that thought for a minute, actually, cause she'll take a more substantial, deeper kiss to go along with that movement, thank you very much.] Of course I won.