( wanda lets him continue, droning on, describing himself, and wanda notices that — a lot of that is honest. the bit about himself, anyway; she isn't all too certain about his situation with the candles and smoking, but suppose people have done worse to get a fix on their addictions.
her hand relaxes, and she releases him. )
Okay, Wade. Just stop thinking about your dick.
( and how numb it's getting; it's alarming how loud that is. her brow cinches and she frowns at him, waiting for him to crawl the rest of the way in, but remembers that he needed some help; she does help him, like he requested earlier. )
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her hand relaxes, and she releases him. )
Okay, Wade. Just stop thinking about your dick.
( and how numb it's getting; it's alarming how loud that is. her brow cinches and she frowns at him, waiting for him to crawl the rest of the way in, but remembers that he needed some help; she does help him, like he requested earlier. )
What's with the outfit?