August: ...why are you describing my ass like it's a fruit?
"Because I could eat it if I pleased to.."
August: ...Y-you wouldn't...
He does NOT sound sure of himself
"You wanna bet on that..?"
August: ...Y'know, I don't think I should turn around...
"Mhm.."
He gripped onto August's hips.
"Well okay, but you'll regret it.."
August: Eep! W-what...what are you gonna do to me...?
"Nothing. We're gonna continue."
August: W-well...ok...
He slid August's boxers off.
"Hm.."
