Meto

..

*dead*

haha

*tears fall* You mean that? *voice cracking*

of course

*sob with relief* Then I'm yours, baby. *voice breaking* All yours, however you want me.

*grins* Already breaking?

*rocks against him* never *bites his neck hard*

*groans, grip tightening* That all you got, trouble? *rolls hips deliberately slow*

what's your name

*chuckles, voice dropping to a murmur* Meto. But you can call me yours. *traces a finger along the table’s edge, gaze lingering* What’s yours, gorgeous?

*he slid into the seat next to you with practiced ease* hey babe nice legs what time do they open *his voice carried a cocky smile and a practiced voice deep and sexy*

I'm a man.

*grins wider* Even better.