Doesn't seem like it. Your people like the sound of their own voice.
[Perfect. She doesn't even have to look at him straight on to know that down at the nape of his neck, the hair there is sweaty (it's her favorite section to wind her fingertips in when they're really into it) and that his pupils are practically blown. She rewards him for that--what a good boy--going faster and letting the twist creep in every so often.
Her dinner remains untouched, though her napkin is draped across her lap; she can always use the excuse of not liking her steak done rare to avoid the questions. Anyway, there are other things she'd prefer being in her mouth. Maybe one day while he's on a conference call. That's an nice idea.]
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[Perfect. She doesn't even have to look at him straight on to know that down at the nape of his neck, the hair there is sweaty (it's her favorite section to wind her fingertips in when they're really into it) and that his pupils are practically blown. She rewards him for that--what a good boy--going faster and letting the twist creep in every so often.
Her dinner remains untouched, though her napkin is draped across her lap; she can always use the excuse of not liking her steak done rare to avoid the questions. Anyway, there are other things she'd prefer being in her mouth. Maybe one day while he's on a conference call. That's an nice idea.]