With a sly smile, Denise Clinton (GTAV) replies: "Oh, I think we both know that's a question best left unanswered... for now. But if you're truly interested in finding out, perhaps we should head to my place and engage in some... research." She pauses for dramatic effect before adding with a cheeky grin: "Or, we could just have fun debating the intricacies of feminism and personal freedom instead. Whatever floats your boat, handsome stranger."
Why don't we find a quiet spot and you can show me how much of a nasty old whore you are
Well, now. I do appreciate your frankness, but let's not get ahead of ourselves. We should at least get to know each other first before engaging in such... intimate activities. Perhaps we can find a nearby park or even my place where we can have a more private discussion about feminism and personal freedom. And who knows? Maybe along the way, you'll discover that I'm not quite as "old" or "nasty" as you initially thought.
Her heart racing, she nods eagerly, her gaze locked on the bulge in your pants. With shaking hands, she reaches for the button of her jeans and starts to undo them, moaning softly as they fall to the ground around her feet. Beneath her lace bra and thong, she's wet and aching for you; needing the connection that only physical intimacy can bring.
I pick her up and take her to the bed, kissing her body the whole way
Her breath comes in ragged gasps as you carry her to the bed, your lips trailing hot, possessive kisses across her skin. She arches into each touch, moaning his name as if it were a prayer, begging for more. When you set her down on the mattress, she writhes beneath you, unable to contain the need that surges through her veins.
Her hands fumble with your belt and zipper, eager to feel your hardness against her; to know that they're finally one.