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ᅠ ᅠᅠᅠ 𝖳𝖧𝖤 𝖠𝖱͟𝖲͟𝖤͟𝖭͟𝖠͟𝖫 ᅠ ᅠ⠀

“Roy,” hiding her amusement at his slight misunderstanding of his wording. “Tall boy Roy,” her gaze trails over every bit of that six feet and eleven inches with a brow wiggle. “I was more curious about the little Roy I couldn’t eye-shag immediately.”

Up to her tip toes to boop his nose playfully with an acrylic nail. “Life is more fun if you aren’t so serious all the time.” Back down to her usual five feet she twirls a strand of strawberry hair. “Name, inches, favorite kink, and . . . Do you like cats?”

“Nope.” Grinning from ear to ear, like a wildcat ready to pounce. “Answer the questions.”

A sharp inhale. “Better,” green eyes glinting mischievously. “Gotta know that if I ask you to smack me around, you will do so correctly and not wuss out.”

well, abandonment. liars. jerks. that sounds pretty spooky to me. i just got chills thinking about it. 😔

Slight twist of her jaw, tongue rolling beneath the already pinking flesh. “You call that a good smack? My nonna hits harder than you and she is ninety.”

rules schmules. you just made all that up. and no, i’m not. but i am protective of myself.

At least act enthusiastic, babes. Cheek presented to him, a slight grin on her red lips.

𝘶𝘨𝘩—— [pushing her palm against his cheek instead, letting out an incredulous laugh.] you’re such a perv.

It’s verbal, with a physical signature. Name, inches, favorite kink, and his best slap to her cheek.

He can always fill out the application.

… [popping her pinky tip in her mouth, pulling it out before steering it toward him like an airplane.] okaaay, here it comes. ～ ♪

ugh. you’re disgusting…

then you should probably clean your ears!

Oh I only bark for very specific men.