[That idea was tempting. Unbelievably so. There was a certain draw to mark someone with their seed that just always sat firmly up in the 'yes' category of his mind. A little possessiveness that he could allow himself that didn't cross too many boundaries. None at all when the one he was with seemed to want it. His cock throbbed where it rested, pressed against his body by his underwear and the bodyweight against him as Bob sought to apparently drive that point home.]
Are you trying to lead me down a wicked path, dove?
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Are you trying to lead me down a wicked path, dove?