Good.
April:
Pretty damn rude of you to leave me hanging like that
Luke:
Jesus, Jones, how do you think I feel? At least you got to come when I went down on you last week
Luke:
I’m actually giving you a masterclass in self-restraint
April:
Ha, as if
April:
You literally can’t keep your hands off me
Luke:
You don’t seem to mind, though, do you, April?
Luke:
From the way you were moaning earlier, I’d say you’re desperate for me to touch you more. Wouldn’t you agree?
