"D-Do you want m-me to....h-help..?"
She said the last part really quietly, almost as if she was nervous to ask
“A ASHLY?”
"S-SORRY SORRY, i just feel like it's m-my fault it's like that!"
She was blushing supa hard uvu
he spread his legs, having trouble unbuttoning his pants
"W-Wait your a-actually letting me help!?"
“NGHH!” “Y yea it’s what you want isn’t it?”
"W-Well....k-kinda, i just d-didn't expect you to actually start pulling it out"
“c cmon take your clothes off and help me get t t these ngh g god forsaken pants off!”
She thought to herself
"What?! W-Well...he is pulling out his d-dick so...it's only fair...right?"
She started taking her clothes off, rather slowly, starting with her shirt
(Brb....AGAIN! ;^;)
(oookiiii)
“N ngh!”
