- And so the pizzas arrived, putting them on the counter before placing himself right at this place, pulled by the other and those small hands slowly opening the caged erection. -
Because if you begin, i will wear those legs on top of my shoulders.
โ Really? You can't blame the girl for being ambitious...
She said as she pulled him closer to her by his belt, opening it.
โ Why do you think that?
Oh, talk dirty to me, missy.
- Obvious bulge in the tight jeans, simply growing in size right in front of her face it seems. -
You are trying to bite more than you chew.
โ Well, the best part is that you can pick me up and eat me...
Barbara ran her tongue over her lips and looked at him, pointing to his waist, which was at eye level.
โ I wouldn't even need to kneel... I can do it sitting down...
I donโt know about the whipped cream but Iโd eat you up like a candy, Barbara.
- Said in a jokingly tone, matching the other. -
I really wonder what you are going to suprise me with, girlie.
โ I mean... Not with the food itself, but putting whipped cream on it and licking it, you know...?
She smiled and tilted her head to the side, looking at him.
โ And it has an advantage... Want to know what it is?
I have never done anything with food, Barbara, Iโm old school.
But you can always teach me.
- Metal finger to the chin, head leaning forward to match her eyes, one last laugh. -
โ Have you never done this with food? I think you should try... Like... I'm thinking of something...
Babs laughed as she approached him, looking at him.
Oh? Pretty girl wants to flirt now?
And dirty talking with pasta, you naughty girl.
- Letting her know the type of pizza before teasing the other with a few, low laughs. -
She laughed when she heard him, then picked up the phone and ordered the pizza.
โ Don't worry, I like older men... Okay, now seriously, I'm never going to try making pasta again, I promise.
Exactly a quarter of my age, theoretically, so โ kid โ should suffice but I will stick to โ Barbara โ.
Stay put, you talk, I take the phone.
- And so he walks towards the phone and gives it to her, back pressed on the door and arms crossed. -
โ I prefer Barbara! I'm not a child, I'm 30 years old, man...Okay, Bucky! Let's order pizza.
She said, pushing her wheelchair back slightly and going to get the phone.
- Hand moves from the lips, resting on his hips while still trying to figure out how to fix that mess. -
Nameโs Bucky.
Would you prefer โ kid โ instead?
Barbara couldn't deny that it was quite funny to think that she had managed to do something almost impossible, so she laughed.
โ Well, I'm very good at doing the impossible... you call me Babs. Lady? Are you a thousand years old by any chance?
- Looking down and then back at the pasta, one hand covers a smile that could break into a laugh now that the situation calmed down, how can you set wet pasta on fire ? -
Itโs pretty hilarious now that I think about it, you set WET pasta on fire, lady.