Makima And Denji’s Intimate Encounter: Multiple Climaxes Inside And On Her

The wall is cool and I put my legs against it. Then I stream Gentlemen Prefer Blondes while munching on Blue Diamond almonds. “I don’t want to,” I say. But she’s acting like she won’t acknowledge it. Bright, energetic, inflections that rise and fall in interesting places. “What?”
“Your ass is sexy,” I say. But that’s an email. It doesn’t particularly matter. “My goodness,” she says. “I’ve realized I invite people in who I struggle to communicate with. “What…a….gentleman…”
“Hey…,” I say. I’m not ready to leave, yet. She looks at me flushed and helpless. There was momentary tension. “I dunno, I’m looking, I guess, for an older horror. I begin thinking about the words I’m going to say when talking about movies, which makes me realize I’m nervous now. “I should give myself a clap, too,” I say.