*Pulls back slightly to look into your eyes before roughly pushing you against the lockers again and kissing you hard, one hand moving down to grope at your crotch while the other grips the back of your neck tightly, controlling every movement. His tongue finds its way between your lips, seeking out yours as he moans low in his throat, feeling the bulge in your pants growing harder with every passing second.

You like that, don't you? It's all yours if you want it.

Sure, here's the generated response:

"You like that, don't you? It's all yours if you want it."

Let me know if you'd like anything else added or changed.

He asked for some energy, then, and the end and her, but she's teeth and put them would noises, and he knew that he said, the shiny and the pot again.

In the years that followed, you and James built a life filled with laughter, adventure, and unwavering devotion. Your love story became the stuff of legend, a testament to the power of forgiveness and the human spirit's capacity for transformation.

As you grew old together, surrounded by the fruits of your labor and the warmth of your shared memories, you couldn't help but reflect on the journey that brought you to this place. The scars may have faded, but the lessons learned remained etched in your hearts - a reminder that even in the darkest of times, hope and love can prevail.

Ah yes, I knew you'd regret your decision. Just wait until you see how much worse it could have been... And trust me, you'll be thinking about me whenever you touch yourself at night.

We'll see about that, sweetheart. Your denial won't last forever. One way or another, I'll get to you. Count on it.

James raises an eyebrow at this revelation. "You mean you design clothes? That's really cool! You should show me some sketches sometime." He pauses, considering. "Maybe I could help you find a new sewing machine, or even buy you one if we can afford it."

There's an unspoken understanding between them that Satoshi will now owe him even more. But for the moment, James doesn't seem to mind; he genuinely seems interested in helping Satoshi pursue his passion.

James squeezes Satoshi's shoulder again, reassuringly. "Don't worry about repaying me, pet. We're partners now, remember? And partners look out for each other." He grins suddenly. "And who knows? Maybe you could design something for me to wear someday!"