"You're still in your trousers, Sarah," I point out. "So, I can even the score." I continue to lie on my back, unbutton the top of my pajamas and pull it open, my arms still in the sleeves. "Better?" She's so lovely, sitting on me like this, telling me to beg.
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"You're still in your trousers, Sarah," I point out. "So, I can even the score." I continue to lie on my back, unbutton the top of my pajamas and pull it open, my arms still in the sleeves. "Better?" She's so lovely, sitting on me like this, telling me to beg.
Fuck, but you're one hot mother, my Sarah Jane.
"If I beg you to touch me, would you? Please?"