Katja rolled her head "Don't tell me it's 'Like' Quintin...! You know I never met, or was never with anyone I could do these things with, I want to explore the dirty world a little!"
"Did you have to call it dirty? Why not say erotic?"
"Is that what you think this will turn into? I'm not gonna strip here! It's too damn cold!"
Quintin laughed "Well okay, we are technically adults, so the L isn't for Like, it's something else"
"Okay..." She ran her mind down her body again and stopped at her "Legs?"
"Yes" He said trying to look away but couldn't, Katja brought her hands up and rubbed over them, Quintin felt dizzy, his head absolutely traumatized by how attractive she was, and now especially since she was touching herself like that.
"Ka– Katja"
"Yeah?" She said softly.
"You–" He turned away, he couldn't contain himself, what the fuck was she doing!? Is she really pushing him to dive her from that chair and nail her!?
