Steve doesn’t ignore her rant, doesn’t roll his eyes, but it does bruise his ego a little to know that she’s still capable of such ire while Steve is working his magic. Maybe he’s not as good at this as he thought?
“Are you really threatening me with a lecture while I’m massaging your clit?” He asks with a soft laugh, sliding his hand out of her pants just as hers slips into his. “Was I talking about all vaginas? No, I was talking about your vagina. Your very wet vagina.”
He laughs again, but it’s not at her expense. It’s an amused sound, and he places his wet hand on her chest, squeezing gently at one of her tits. He plucks at her nipple, getting it wet and slick and watching it shine in the light.
“Does your self-lubricating vagina indicate arousal?” Steve asks, teasing her by keeping his hand on her tits instead of in her tights. “Because it’s really the only vagina that I care about.”
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“Are you really threatening me with a lecture while I’m massaging your clit?” He asks with a soft laugh, sliding his hand out of her pants just as hers slips into his. “Was I talking about all vaginas? No, I was talking about your vagina. Your very wet vagina.”
He laughs again, but it’s not at her expense. It’s an amused sound, and he places his wet hand on her chest, squeezing gently at one of her tits. He plucks at her nipple, getting it wet and slick and watching it shine in the light.
“Does your self-lubricating vagina indicate arousal?” Steve asks, teasing her by keeping his hand on her tits instead of in her tights. “Because it’s really the only vagina that I care about.”