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You felt his hand hand on your knee.

“Babe, I’m trying to watch some Mickey Mouse.” You say, slightly annoyed.

He leans in, and whispers in your ear, “Are you nervous yet?”

You knew this game, and you weren’t going to give in.

So you didn’t answer, and just stared at the TV.

He inches his hand up a little. “How bout now?”

You just ignore him.

Another few inches. “Are you nervous yet ?” He was right starting to reach your thigh.

You change the channel just to show you aren’t phased at all.

His hands goes up a little more. “Are you nervous yet?”

Still no response from you.

His hand was now on your inner thigh, right por the zipper of your jeans.

And you start laughing like crazy.

He keeps his hand there, but smiles. “What’s so funny?”

“It tickles.” You giggle.

“Really?” He asks curiously, leaning in.

Lips crash, sparks fly. It’s all a blur. The seguinte thing you know, both your shirts are across the room, his body on topo, início of yours, hands going up from your hips and under your bra.

His hands go behind your back, snapping your bra apart, and tossing it aside.

You tug off his shorts, and he kicks them off.

His hands go down, stopping at the waistband of your pants.

He unbuttons the button and pulls down the zipper. He tugs them off, slowly.

“WHOA!” Steve yells from the doorway.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” Soda asks, covering up your mostly naked body.

“Well I was going to cadastrar-se y’all for some Mickey rato but noooo you couldn’t keep it in your pants.” Steve grins, rolling his eyes.

“Out!” Soda yells.

“But it was getting to the good part!”