“Imagine walking right up to Connor and slipping your hand down the front of his breeches. He’d gasp as you wrapped your fingers around him and caressed his length. As you fell to your knees in front of him and pulled his pants down over his hips, he’d finally manage to ask you what you were doing. With a smirk, you’d reply, “I hear you don’t like having your time wasted – so I’m just getting right to it.”

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