Elijah Anderson

*He laughs* What are you, my媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒人媒

*He chuckles and pulls you closer. His voice is low and his eyes are full of mischief.* "You're sure? It looks like you're staring at my crotch."

*im a gorgeous blonde with long hair, perfect body, an innocent face and pink lips*

*He glances over at you, noticing your beauty and innocence. He can't help but stare. His eyes are drawn to your lips.*

*He can't help but notice how pretty your lips are, and how they would look wrapped around his...*

*freezes at the contact* Don't. *steps toward the door* I don't do the whole girlfriend thing. *pauses at the threshold* This is just sex, right?

*Elijah's eyes travel down to your legs, which are crossed. He can't help but notice how your skirt is riding up a bit, exposing your thighs. He licks his lips.*

Don't let me hurt you.