All of Pelan's instincts are programmed with having sex with women in mind. It can't be that different, she thinks. So she has all this instinct to assert herself, to allow for the performative, to help undress, and to go straight for oral.
And like it's not that she's wildly experienced in either alright but at least with women she has something to work off of i.e., her own body. Being confronted with his cock is humbling, in a way, reminding her that gumption and charisma won't necessarily smooth every bump in the fact that she has 10% of a clue what the hell she's doing here now that she's actually here.
And not just boasting over text message.
So there's a slight tick of her eyes widening when she sees him, but not in the 'maybe she should back off' way. Rather, she raises her fist to close around his length, committing to it and just trying to figure out how this is going to go. ]
With flying colors.
[ It's officially herself that she's worried about failing a test. She keeps her grip loose as she explores the length of him with a steady stroke. It couldn't even be a small one. This was poorly planned, on her part, but Pelan's about to do what she does with all her bad plans:
see it through to the end and hope no one realizes she's been a dumbass the whole time. ]
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All of Pelan's instincts are programmed with having sex with women in mind. It can't be that different, she thinks. So she has all this instinct to assert herself, to allow for the performative, to help undress, and to go straight for oral.
And like it's not that she's wildly experienced in either alright but at least with women she has something to work off of i.e., her own body. Being confronted with his cock is humbling, in a way, reminding her that gumption and charisma won't necessarily smooth every bump in the fact that she has 10% of a clue what the hell she's doing here now that she's actually here.
And not just boasting over text message.
So there's a slight tick of her eyes widening when she sees him, but not in the 'maybe she should back off' way. Rather, she raises her fist to close around his length, committing to it and just trying to figure out how this is going to go. ]
With flying colors.
[ It's officially herself that she's worried about failing a test. She keeps her grip loose as she explores the length of him with a steady stroke. It couldn't even be a small one. This was poorly planned, on her part, but Pelan's about to do what she does with all her bad plans:
see it through to the end and hope no one realizes she's been a dumbass the whole time. ]
How should I reward your performance?