[ "That's a good thing," she says, but still Reggie wonders if he should feel mildly insulted. But... nah, he doesn't, the fact that he's never been shy to tell it like it is (or at least how he sees it) is a fundamental part of his whole image, why people find him funny, or charming, or crude, or insensitive.
He smirks when Gwen pulls him back, putting up no fight when she pins him there with her leg and kisses him again. He leans in to them slowly, kissing back, still smiling against her mouth. ]
Is there a difference? In the vibe of the music, I mean. [ what a ridiculous topic of conversation. she knows it's her fault, which is why she's still grinning, catching his lip between her teeth like that might stop her from giggling ] I mean, think about it.
[ there's a split second of consideration, but then she's shoving his shoulder to roll him onto his back, following through so she's kneeling over him. she sits up like that, cheeks red because again this conversation is dumb, but now she has a point to prove.
which is why she's making noises that kind of sound like the song from magic mike, yep, and grabbing the hem of her shirt so whens she circles her hips and roll her body a bit, she can tug at it, lift it. she's even biting her lip and making a face like she's really feeling herself right now. like channing tatum! except channing tatum probably never did this. it's ridiculous. but it's fun, going this far to tease reggie about his playlist choices. eventually she cracks though, laughing again as she leans forward, planting her hands on either side of his shoulders ]
[ Now he's on his back, Gwen's on top of him and Reggie doesn't mind that one bit. He grins, folding his arms behind his head as she begins to hum and theatrically strip herself of her shirt, which again: Reggie ain't complaining.
He rolls his hips a little bit underneath her, humming along a little (perhaps deliberately) off-key and stroking one of his hands up her thigh now. ]
Why don't we just play yours again? Y'know, anything can become a sex playlist if you put your mind to it.
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[ "That's a good thing," she says, but still Reggie wonders if he should feel mildly insulted. But... nah, he doesn't, the fact that he's never been shy to tell it like it is (or at least how he sees it) is a fundamental part of his whole image, why people find him funny, or charming, or crude, or insensitive.
He smirks when Gwen pulls him back, putting up no fight when she pins him there with her leg and kisses him again. He leans in to them slowly, kissing back, still smiling against her mouth. ]
I said banging, Gwen. Not stripping.
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[ there's a split second of consideration, but then she's shoving his shoulder to roll him onto his back, following through so she's kneeling over him. she sits up like that, cheeks red because again this conversation is dumb, but now she has a point to prove.
which is why she's making noises that kind of sound like the song from magic mike, yep, and grabbing the hem of her shirt so whens she circles her hips and roll her body a bit, she can tug at it, lift it. she's even biting her lip and making a face like she's really feeling herself right now. like channing tatum! except channing tatum probably never did this. it's ridiculous. but it's fun, going this far to tease reggie about his playlist choices. eventually she cracks though, laughing again as she leans forward, planting her hands on either side of his shoulders ]
I kinda want to hear this playlist of yours now.
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[ Now he's on his back, Gwen's on top of him and Reggie doesn't mind that one bit. He grins, folding his arms behind his head as she begins to hum and theatrically strip herself of her shirt, which again: Reggie ain't complaining.
He rolls his hips a little bit underneath her, humming along a little (perhaps deliberately) off-key and stroking one of his hands up her thigh now. ]
Why don't we just play yours again? Y'know, anything can become a sex playlist if you put your mind to it.