[ it's probably a demonstration of the weird direction that her life has taken lately that this whole set-up actually doesn't seem that unusual, but that's neither here nor there. in the moment between spotting it and opening up the mystery box, she does take a moment to relay a quick message: ]
Hey, JOCASTA, can you please tell Tony that my birthday isn't until April?
[ not that that's going to stop her from opening this box right now, of course. ]
[ JOCASTA's voice is smooth and cool, older, slightly knowing; more pro Domme than polite butler: ]
Of course, Ms. Kinney.
[ After a moment or two, the message on the mirror is replaced by: ]
Remind me of the date and I'll jump out of a cake. Hurry up and open it.
[ Inside the box is an arrangement of leather straps and chains in layers of black tissue paper. There's also a matching leash, thin and coiled, designed to clip onto the upper O-ring. ]
[ laura's expecting to see some kind of lingerie when she opens the box. vaguely recalling one of tony's distracted rambles about how red really could be her colour if she just gave it a shot, she's anticipating some kind of lacy number to peek out from under the tissue paper, but instead is met with chain and leather.
well that's. interesting.
there's a stretch with no contact that's mostly laura inspecting the harness, figuring out the chains and straps and how it all might sit on her. there's a longer moment that's just spent looking at the leash, though that part stays in the box. she makes him sweat it out for a good few minutes, before typing out a reply of her own. ]
do you want to see it on? might be a little underdressed for dinner.
[ she raises an eyebrow at herself in the mirror, a gesture clearly for tony, before she steps back a little from the vanity to give a better view. the harness could very easily go over the shirt that laura is wearing but she peels it off anyway, leaving on just her bra and abandoning the shirt on the floor.
settling the straps and chains around her waist is easy enough, though she drags out smoothing them out to sit nicely over her hips. she pauses after she closes the leather around her neck though, looking at her reflection as her fingers settle on the o-ring at her throat. that's not part of the show, she's just--curious, maybe, about where this leads, about the thin leash still coiled in the box. her hand sits on the metal at the hollow of her throat for a moment before she blinks, then smirks just a little as she holds her arms out either side, speaking nice and clear for the camera. ]
[ need is probably a bit of a stretch, laura is very well capable of sorting out her own harnesses, but want is a different matter entirely. there's no point in denying that she likes the kind of attention that tony gives her. she wants to rest her hands on the edge of the vanity, lean her weight forward a little, tilt a little closer to the mirror--and the camera that tony's watching from. ]
[ There's no response initially. Then there's some noise from the ground floor, doors opening and closing, followed by the tread of Tony's footsteps on the two flights of stairs up to Laura's bedroom. He takes the last half a flight at a trot and comes through the bedroom to arrive in the doorway of the ensuite. He's been finishing off the suit, so he's in work clothes, comfortable pants and a dark grey t-shirt. ]
Hey, look at that. [ His smile is deeply self-satisfied as he leans against the side of the door. He smells like metal, burnt solder and the lightly scented soap he used to wash the traces of his work off his hands. These days he's trying to be more considerate.
[ laura listens to tony make his journey from the workshop and feels a little like she's holding her breath the entire time. it's not a long trip, he doesn't drag it out at all, but it's still more than enough time for some anticipation to build.
a smile crosses her face when she sees him, small but distinctly there, and she steps back from the counter, does another slow spin for him. it's much more satisfying when laura can watch the way his eyes move over her. ]
Are you kidding, sweetheart? I've had dreams like this. Really, really good dreams. Though again with the.. usually wearing less underneath it.
[ Still angled up against the doorframe, he rubs his chin thoughtfully. ]
Okay. [ He holds a hand out, palm up. A mute gesture to request that she brings the leash over to him, because there's no way he could possibly walk the three steps to the counter to retrieve it. ]
If you can't figure out how to remove more clothes from this equation, you're not the man I thought you were.
[ it's a snide little retort because she's always a little like that, humour drier than the sahara and a poker face to match, but there are tells. some easier to read than others, but the sort of thing that's easier to pick out when she's around someone so much. a little uptick at the corner of her mouth that might be on it's way to a smirk, a quick little raise of her eyebrows before she steps towards the box--and the leash.
there's no glib commentary now. she holds the thin leather in her hand for a moment, weighing it out in the palm of her hand before she crosses those three steps over to tony. she's nice and close when she holds her hand up, offering it out to him, gaze focused entirely on him in anticipation of what comes next. ]
[ She has a point. Tony tilts his head, his own smile more obvious as he concedes to her wisdom, distracted by the chance to watch her walk over to the box to collect the leash.
He waits until she's stopped in front of him, holding the leash out while his own hand remains empty. Gives her a beat like that to consider what she's doing, letting the weight of it all shift from one thing to another. Something more electric in the air, his heartbeat going up a couple of points. Then he reaches to take it from her palm, letting the thin strap of leather slide over her fingers. He measures it between his hands, grasping the metal clip, looking into the deep green of her eyes. ]
[ she can hear the change as much as feel it, the thud of tony's heart in his chest, the little hitch in laura's breathing as he holds the eye contact as intently as she does. it's definitely a moment, where she could roll her eyes and laugh this all off and they'd probably still have a very good time--but this would probably never come up again, either.
there's a choice to be made but laura thinks that she probably already made it, back when she found the leash in the box and still pulled the harness onto her body all the same. ]
Okay.
[ it's as simple as that. laura says okay and sinks smoothly on the spot to her knees in the same moment. she has to lift her chin, tilt her head up to keep her eyes on tony, but that's no great hardship, and once she's down her hands settle loose on her thighs, as if awaiting further instruction. ]
[ It's a shame that Tony doesn't fully understand what it costs Laura to make that choice or the history behind it -- though he understands enough to know that when she agrees to it, he's being given something he should be grateful for, something they're doing together. He'll feel that more later on, when he's got time to reflect on it.
Right now, he's too busy being really into the way she looks as she slides gracefully down onto her knees on the hard floor for him. A primal part of his brain kicks into gear; his gaze lingers on her mouth and the curves of her breasts between the straps of the harness. ]
Good girl. [ His voice is low and careful. He reaches out to brush a lock of hair back away from her face. Then he reaches down a little further and clips the leash through the ring resting at the hollow of her throat.
It's not a true collar, the weight of the small experimental tug he gives her spread through the straps of the harness where they go over her shoulders rather than around her neck. He holds the leash in one hand as he gazes down at her. ]
[ there it is again, good girl, and that phrase is really starting to become a problem for laura. the kind of problem that makes her squeeze her thighs together, makes her want to hear it again. and if, by the time he's giving the leash a tug, she's idly wishing that it was more like a collar wrapped around her throat, well that's a thought for later. ]
Yes, Tony.
[ something like sir is probably more fitting for whatever this is shaping up to be, but he hasn't asked laura for a title, and anyway his name rolls off the tongue much easier. reaching behind herself to unclip the clasp at her back is no great challenge, looping the arms out from underneath the straps and chains of the harness is only a little more difficult.
once she's done though, her hands come up to cup her breasts and she squeezes, gaze still levelled up at him the whole time, before she pulls the bra away from her chest and drops it onto the floor beside her. ]
[ She's so good at it, he could almost imagine she's practiced. As he watches her reach for the clasp of her bra, he wonders if this means she's enjoying it as much as he is. She's definitely better at keeping that to herself, though that's because the evidence of how much he likes seeing her like this is more or less at eye level for her right now.
His gaze wanders appreciatively over her bare chest as he slowly winds the leash around his hand, turning his wrist to pull it taut. Not enough to tug at her, but enough that the strap itself is tense. ]
Yeah, that's better.
[ His other hand goes to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning his fly, pushing the zipper and then his underwear down with a singular lack of shame. He's already half hard when he pulls himself out, though he doesn't do any more than stroke his dick once before letting go again. This time, there's no order, no suggestion except the weight of his gaze on her. ]
[ the thing is, laura knows that she likes this. she likes the feeling of his cock twitching and thickening as she wraps her lips around him, the throb of a pulse against her tongue. she likes the taste of skin and sweat and the barest salty hint that tony is already into this. she likes the smell of him, overpowering as she draws him into her mouth enough that she can press her nose against his crotch.
laura is--complicated about a lot of things to say the least, and sex has always been one of them, but right now it's not complicated at all. maybe it's the whole set-up that gives her permission not to think too hard before she acts — maybe she's just really into it all, but either way, this is working for her.
there's not much space between her knees and his feet but she shifts just a little closer all the same, hands coming up to his waistband to tug the pants and underwear further down and out of the way. ]
[ She's so good at this, which is something he's grateful for and will not think about too much, given what little he knows about her history. Especially right here and now, where it's just pleasure and the two of them establishing something, another little step further down an inevitable path.
Tony lets her do whatever she wants with his clothes, reaching out with his free hand to set it on top of her head, stroking down over her hair as she takes him into her mouth, then curving down around the back of her skull to put a light amount of pressure there. A suggestion that she should stay where she is, a desire to see how long she can hold it. He's getting harder by the second; he rocks himself forward a tiny bit, testing. ]
[ she half-wonders if he's aware of what he's doing when he's using the phrase now, of how it makes her want to stick a hand down her pants when she hears him say good girl. laura doesn't, for the moment, she just tugs tony's pants down further and out of the way.
her hands settle back on his hips again, and her gaze flicks upwards at him before she pulls his hips forwards. nothing too hard, not yet at least, just enough that he can slide a little further down her throat. a little encouragement in the direction that he was already flirting with, the hand on the back of her head still so gentle, and laura's eyes flutter shut as she swallows around him. ]
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[ The breath he lets out is a long sigh of contentment. He sets his other hand on her head, the leash caught between his palm and the curve of her skull as he holds her there for a moment, feeling the movement and flex of the muscles of her throat as he eases further into her mouth, until he's all the way in and can feel her breath against his lower belly. ]
You're doing so good, baby. So good. Hold it for me.
[ For a beat or two he stays like that, seeing how long he can go before the first panicked ripple of response, then he pulls back -- but not very fa before he rolls his hips forward again, and again, starting to fuck himself into her mouth with low pleased groans. ]
[ even with the leash and both of tony's hands at the back of her head there's nothing really keeping laura in place if she wanted to pull back, but even that holds its own appeal. he holds her head down, cock thrust far enough into her throat that she can't breathe around him, and there's nothing stopping her from pulling away enough to gasp for air except for the fact that she really doesn't want to.
by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]
[ As she relaxes, he's able to relax a little more too, letting go and leaning into the sheer sensation of her throat taking him. It's not the first time he's fucked someone's mouth like this, but it has been a while, and he has to admit he cares a lot more for this particular mouth than he does the waitresses and air stewards he usually indulges himself with.
He brushes Laura's hair back as he continues, gathering the long dark fall of it up and holding it as he rocks himself into that damp heat and the slide of her tongue along his skin. The feeling of control, of lazily taking her in the way that he wants, the combination of the collar and the leash -- it's all doing it for him pretty effectively, and it's not long before he's starting to edge up to the tightening and heat between his legs and in the pit of his belly. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Laura, that's good. You're really -- you're really good. [ He pants over the words, speeding up a bit, his movements becoming more automatic, more mindless. A flush darkens his cheeks and the skin showing above his shirt collar. ] Fuck, okay, I'm gonna --
[ Abruptly, he pulls back all the way, dropping one hand from her head while the other holds her still and using it instead to start jerking himself off fast and desperate in front of her mouth. ]
[ it's all too easy to sink into the feeling, easy enough that much later down the line she might have to do some hard self-reflecting--but that's later. for now laura just lets tony keep her in place with the hands on her head and in her hair, mouth open wide to take the quick snap of his hips and deep thrusts into her throat.
she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]
[ That hoarseness to her voice, the impact of his cock in her throat, the husky panting breaths that suggest she's just as into this as he is -- it's enough, more than enough. Tony groans and curses breathlessly as he reaches the point of no return, heat tightening through his core and muscles locking as his orgasm wipes every coherent thought out of his mind.
He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
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Hey, JOCASTA, can you please tell Tony that my birthday isn't until April?
[ not that that's going to stop her from opening this box right now, of course. ]
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Of course, Ms. Kinney.
[ After a moment or two, the message on the mirror is replaced by: ]
Remind me of the date and I'll jump out of a cake. Hurry up and open it.
[ Inside the box is an arrangement of leather straps and chains in layers of black tissue paper. There's also a matching leash, thin and coiled, designed to clip onto the upper O-ring. ]
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well that's. interesting.
there's a stretch with no contact that's mostly laura inspecting the harness, figuring out the chains and straps and how it all might sit on her. there's a longer moment that's just spent looking at the leash, though that part stays in the box. she makes him sweat it out for a good few minutes, before typing out a reply of her own. ]
do you want to see it on? might be a little underdressed for dinner.
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Can you put it on alone? Model it for me.
[ A little red light blinks on in the corner of the mirror; a signal that Tony's watching from his workspace down in the basement. ]
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settling the straps and chains around her waist is easy enough, though she drags out smoothing them out to sit nicely over her hips. she pauses after she closes the leather around her neck though, looking at her reflection as her fingers settle on the o-ring at her throat. that's not part of the show, she's just--curious, maybe, about where this leads, about the thin leash still coiled in the box. her hand sits on the metal at the hollow of her throat for a moment before she blinks, then smirks just a little as she holds her arms out either side, speaking nice and clear for the camera. ]
Well?
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[ A beat, then a follow up: ]
Bet it looks great with nothing on underneath. You need help with the rest of it?
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Yeah, I think I need help.
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Hey, look at that. [ His smile is deeply self-satisfied as he leans against the side of the door. He smells like metal, burnt solder and the lightly scented soap he used to wash the traces of his work off his hands. These days he's trying to be more considerate.
He spins a finger in the air. ]
Gimme the full view again.
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a smile crosses her face when she sees him, small but distinctly there, and she steps back from the counter, does another slow spin for him. it's much more satisfying when laura can watch the way his eyes move over her. ]
So you like it, then?
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[ Still angled up against the doorframe, he rubs his chin thoughtfully. ]
Okay. [ He holds a hand out, palm up. A mute gesture to request that she brings the leash over to him, because there's no way he could possibly walk the three steps to the counter to retrieve it. ]
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[ it's a snide little retort because she's always a little like that, humour drier than the sahara and a poker face to match, but there are tells. some easier to read than others, but the sort of thing that's easier to pick out when she's around someone so much. a little uptick at the corner of her mouth that might be on it's way to a smirk, a quick little raise of her eyebrows before she steps towards the box--and the leash.
there's no glib commentary now. she holds the thin leather in her hand for a moment, weighing it out in the palm of her hand before she crosses those three steps over to tony. she's nice and close when she holds her hand up, offering it out to him, gaze focused entirely on him in anticipation of what comes next. ]
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He waits until she's stopped in front of him, holding the leash out while his own hand remains empty. Gives her a beat like that to consider what she's doing, letting the weight of it all shift from one thing to another. Something more electric in the air, his heartbeat going up a couple of points. Then he reaches to take it from her palm, letting the thin strap of leather slide over her fingers. He measures it between his hands, grasping the metal clip, looking into the deep green of her eyes. ]
Laura. Kneel down for me, please.
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there's a choice to be made but laura thinks that she probably already made it, back when she found the leash in the box and still pulled the harness onto her body all the same. ]
Okay.
[ it's as simple as that. laura says okay and sinks smoothly on the spot to her knees in the same moment. she has to lift her chin, tilt her head up to keep her eyes on tony, but that's no great hardship, and once she's down her hands settle loose on her thighs, as if awaiting further instruction. ]
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Right now, he's too busy being really into the way she looks as she slides gracefully down onto her knees on the hard floor for him. A primal part of his brain kicks into gear; his gaze lingers on her mouth and the curves of her breasts between the straps of the harness. ]
Good girl. [ His voice is low and careful. He reaches out to brush a lock of hair back away from her face. Then he reaches down a little further and clips the leash through the ring resting at the hollow of her throat.
It's not a true collar, the weight of the small experimental tug he gives her spread through the straps of the harness where they go over her shoulders rather than around her neck. He holds the leash in one hand as he gazes down at her. ]
Now take off your bra for me.
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Yes, Tony.
[ something like sir is probably more fitting for whatever this is shaping up to be, but he hasn't asked laura for a title, and anyway his name rolls off the tongue much easier. reaching behind herself to unclip the clasp at her back is no great challenge, looping the arms out from underneath the straps and chains of the harness is only a little more difficult.
once she's done though, her hands come up to cup her breasts and she squeezes, gaze still levelled up at him the whole time, before she pulls the bra away from her chest and drops it onto the floor beside her. ]
Is that better?
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His gaze wanders appreciatively over her bare chest as he slowly winds the leash around his hand, turning his wrist to pull it taut. Not enough to tug at her, but enough that the strap itself is tense. ]
Yeah, that's better.
[ His other hand goes to the waistband of his pants, unbuttoning his fly, pushing the zipper and then his underwear down with a singular lack of shame. He's already half hard when he pulls himself out, though he doesn't do any more than stroke his dick once before letting go again. This time, there's no order, no suggestion except the weight of his gaze on her. ]
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laura is--complicated about a lot of things to say the least, and sex has always been one of them, but right now it's not complicated at all. maybe it's the whole set-up that gives her permission not to think too hard before she acts — maybe she's just really into it all, but either way, this is working for her.
there's not much space between her knees and his feet but she shifts just a little closer all the same, hands coming up to his waistband to tug the pants and underwear further down and out of the way. ]
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[ She's so good at this, which is something he's grateful for and will not think about too much, given what little he knows about her history. Especially right here and now, where it's just pleasure and the two of them establishing something, another little step further down an inevitable path.
Tony lets her do whatever she wants with his clothes, reaching out with his free hand to set it on top of her head, stroking down over her hair as she takes him into her mouth, then curving down around the back of her skull to put a light amount of pressure there. A suggestion that she should stay where she is, a desire to see how long she can hold it. He's getting harder by the second; he rocks himself forward a tiny bit, testing. ]
Stay there. Ah, fuck. There we go, good girl.
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her hands settle back on his hips again, and her gaze flicks upwards at him before she pulls his hips forwards. nothing too hard, not yet at least, just enough that he can slide a little further down her throat. a little encouragement in the direction that he was already flirting with, the hand on the back of her head still so gentle, and laura's eyes flutter shut as she swallows around him. ]
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You're doing so good, baby. So good. Hold it for me.
[ For a beat or two he stays like that, seeing how long he can go before the first panicked ripple of response, then he pulls back -- but not very fa before he rolls his hips forward again, and again, starting to fuck himself into her mouth with low pleased groans. ]
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by the time he starts fucking into her mouth, laura drops her hands from his hips. her hands settle on her legs out of the way, and she isn't choking on his thrusts exactly, but when her eyes blink back open again they're certainly watering more than when she closed them. she doesn't care about that now though, if anything it just encourages her to bob her head forward harder, with muffled groans that cut out the more her throat flexes, struggling to catch her breath. ]
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He brushes Laura's hair back as he continues, gathering the long dark fall of it up and holding it as he rocks himself into that damp heat and the slide of her tongue along his skin. The feeling of control, of lazily taking her in the way that he wants, the combination of the collar and the leash -- it's all doing it for him pretty effectively, and it's not long before he's starting to edge up to the tightening and heat between his legs and in the pit of his belly. ]
Fuck -- fuck, Laura, that's good. You're really -- you're really good. [ He pants over the words, speeding up a bit, his movements becoming more automatic, more mindless. A flush darkens his cheeks and the skin showing above his shirt collar. ] Fuck, okay, I'm gonna --
[ Abruptly, he pulls back all the way, dropping one hand from her head while the other holds her still and using it instead to start jerking himself off fast and desperate in front of her mouth. ]
Tongue out, baby, wanna see you take it --
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she's getting messier by the moment, blinking through watering eyes every time her her air is cut off just a little too long, or he fucks into her just a little harder than before, saliva drips out of the corners of her mouth where she can't swallow properly. but the beauty of it is, laura doesn't care. she barely notices, too caught in the feeling, the blur of letting tony take what he wants without question.
by the time he pulls out she's blinking and hazy and breathless, chest rising and falling in rapid fire, and she sounds--hoarse, when she speaks. ]
Come on my face.
[ just that, before she's opening her mouth again and letting her tongue hang out, eyes still up and fixed on tony as she waits for him to tip over the edge. ]
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He comes shuddering over her, almost falling over, one hand flailing out for support on the door as the other blurs over his dick as he paints her face like she asked, her mouth and cheek, even into her hair and her shoulder -- messy and inelegant for once. For a long few moments he holds onto it, making choked noises of his own, before he starts to subside, his strokes becoming automatic twitches as he slumps back down onto his heels. ]
Oh shit. Ohh, fuck, I needed that. [ He clears his throat and blinks, looking down at her. A wide smile breaks across his face and he pants out a soft, fond laugh. ] Hey, I gotcha. Look at that. [ He reaches out with his free hand to wipe her eyebrow clean, looking at his thumb for a moment before sticking it in his mouth to taste himself, salty and strong. ]
Good girl. What do you want in return, huh?