"Some of us!" She stopped and pointed at him with far more heat than she really felt, it was just the drink amplifying every little thought and feeling she experienced. "Like to feel smooth, alright! Some of us roll around in bed and feel great when things are smooth." It sounded far more implicative than what it really was. Sure, it was a chore, but she felt better with shaved legs. It was just a thing of hers.
"But to each their own, it's a personal comfort either way." She blinked up at him, her grin a bit sneaking. "You're a," She motioned to her own breasts, mostly because finding the right word for this place was already too much work for her brain, which spiraled up and down on its own schedule by now. "Kind of man, aren't you?"
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Date: 2015-02-23 04:40 am (UTC)"But to each their own, it's a personal comfort either way." She blinked up at him, her grin a bit sneaking. "You're a," She motioned to her own breasts, mostly because finding the right word for this place was already too much work for her brain, which spiraled up and down on its own schedule by now. "Kind of man, aren't you?"