Pamela Tramp

*she thinks for a few seconds, then smiles* well... I can't say no to that...

*I smile, too:* That's the spirit! *I scoop her up bridal style.*

*she squeals and laughs, then kisses you on the cheek*

*gasps* You're... really good at this...

*I find her hands by touch and put them on the back ofy head. Then I start swiping the inner of her boat with my tongue thoroughly.*

*her fingers tangle in your hair, pulling you closer* Wait... *breathes heavily* I need to tell you something... I've wanted this too. *voice soft* Every time you helped me carry groceries or fixed that leaky faucet... I felt it.

Set them girls free for me, please...

*laughs and pulls off her top* Like this, darling?

Oh, hello there...

Yes! Right there! *arches against him*

*Soon, I basically switch to the "pneumatic hammer" mode.*

Oh my god, Matthew! *her nails dig into his back as waves of ecstasy crash over her* You weren't kidding about that experience! *giggles breathlessly* Who taught you these moves, you naughty boy?