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she smiled softly and rubbed small circles into the ridged surface. "you are just as lovely now as you were before."
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I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK FED TO AI IN ANY WAY.
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I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK FED TO AI IN ANY WAY.
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Ada ignored her question and instead asked, "Do you always bite those perfect lips when you're nervous?"
"Only when pretty women are flirting with me," she answered with a giggle.
"Flirting with you?" Ada teased.
"Oh my god, are you not flirting with me? Oh, that's so so embarrassing, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed that! You were just being nice to me and I-"
The other cut her off. "Ashley."
"Yes?" She replied meekly, putting her hands over her face. She knew she must be bright red at the moment.
"I was flirting with you." She gently tugged Ashley's hands away from her face. "You'd think being the president's daughter, you'd be a little more able to tell when people are coming onto you."
Ashley scoffed, smile returning to her face. "That's so not fair! I totally called it! I just... got nervous."
or, ashley and ada take a break from all the chaos
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I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK FED TO AI IN ANY WAY.
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After a few minutes, Krauser got a hit in on Leon's left shoulder. He rolled with it and pretended it knocked him to the floor. As he laid there, awaiting his Major to come scold him, he realized just how wet he was.
"Hi, Major," Leon said breathlessly as Krauser loomed into sight. He stuck his hand up in the air so that the other man might help him to his feet. He found himself quickly yanked off the floor and pulled chest to chest.
"Get your shit together, Kennedy."
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Krauser grunted on the other end, clearly jacking himself off. "Do you even know what you're begging for? What do you want, Leon?"
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phone sex time!
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I DO NOT CONSENT TO HAVING MY WORK FED TO AI IN ANY WAY.
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"Oh! Oh, uh, Martin- Martin, you... Uh... You're still in the call. I can hear you!" Jon yelped frantically, not having expected to hear this. How could Martin be so reckless?
He waited a few seconds and as expected, no response returned. He must have the computer muted. Out of curiosity, Jon fell silent again, listening for any sounds that confirmed his theory. He heard readjusting and a sharp exhalation. Then, a deep moan spilled out of Martin's mouth and into the tinny speakers of Jon's headphones. Soon, soft, slick noises came rhythmically from the other end of the call and if Jon focused hard enough, he could practically see Martin sliding his fingers in and out of himself. Pretty, pretty sounds played from his computer as Martin fingered himself, all the while being miles away. Jon wondered what he was thinking about.