an array of torturous touch explores her body & there isn't a thing she can do to combat it . not even speak , not even squirm , hardly a yelp .
by the twitching of her thighs one could tell she's instinctively trying to close them , but clearly is unable to .
' mmf ... ! mf ! '
she'd be begging him for mercy had she the ability . bleeding streaks of running liner & mascara decorate her cheeks , & her muffled sounds sound more & more choked & strained .
Pass out? Oh no— We can't have that now, just the thought of her missing out on all these wonderfully pleasurable things saddens him.
He can stir her back into consciousness regardless.
swallowing thickly . she looks furious , red faced & scrunched nosed . it's like looking at a thumping bunny .
' tch ... f - fine , ' she concedes , through gritted teeth . ' if only to get you off my back ! '
hands reach to his flexed bicep , →
He most certainly didn't, this was a lot of hard work and effort staying very fit and healthy. And lifting heavy things.
"Are you sure? I'm giving you full permission to touch."
This time, he'd flex a little more on purpose, just to really highlight a bicep. Go on, Calliope.
he looks like that on purpose ! people don't just spawn out the womb looking like narcissus !
called out , calliope just about jumps out of her skin , biting down hard on her bottom lip . ' wh —— wh - wh - wh —— ! '
she sputters . ' no ! no way , no way , no ! '
Hey now, he didn't do anything! How was he supposed to know she'd like his physique that much?
Still, at the mention of his arms, the confused look became a small smile again.
"My arms, huh~? If you like them that much, Calliope... You don't just have to look. You can touch."