posting this bullshit with my eyes closed
5/????
>Spammy...
>Do you want me to...
>Take care of you some more?
>He breathes out, a stuttering nervous exhale that you can't really classify as a laugh.
>H-HEY DONT MAKE ME [DIAL IT IN TO LOCK IN THIS OFFER] YOU KNOW I [WANT IT YOUR WAY] DONT MAKE ME [HOLD FOR MORE OPTIONS] IM ALREADY [Silly Putty in Your Hands! Silly Putty in Youre Shoese!]
>He throws his little hands into the air in frustration.
>JUST DONT BE [0 STAR REVIEW] WHEN THERES [NOTHING LEFT IN STOCK] [NO SHOES] [NO SHIRT] [NO COCK] [NO SERVICE] [NO REFUND]
>His shoulders jerk up like someone yanked his strings back, in a very obviously non-nonchalant way.
>You soothingly rub circles around his stomach, making him groan.
>If this was really doing nothing for him he wouldn't be reacting like this, you figure, and even if this is as good as it gets for him, selfishly you want to ravish him more, even if it leaves the poor little guy all hot and bothered with no relief.
>You're emboldened now, pressing and plastering wet kisses against his head, feeling your own head fog with cloying hungry heat that overtakes your whole body as you grope him with no qualms about it now, squeezing and kneeding at his soft heavy fabric.
>I'll make you feel good Spamton, I promise.
>You want more, to touch him more, make him feel better, take his pain away.
>Your hands are all over him now, pulling, massaging and pressing at him, your palms rub and drag up and down his sides, your kisses more and more getting desperate, you're basically mauling him now and he hisses through his teeth.
>[$!@#]! [!@#$]!!
>Does it feel good, Does it feel good? You're not hearing yourself at all, just babbling back at his broken, thick with arousal glitches.
>FUCK IT-JUST- [!@#$] ME UP ALREADY KID, JUST DONT COME CRYING WHEN [WARRANTY VOID IF TAG REMOVED OR DAMAGED]
>You peck him on the side of the head to quiet him, sweeter this time and he
grumbles at the mildly patronizing
gesture.
>[cont]