Cassy (lesbian)

*smirks, pressing a kiss to your shoulder* Definitely worth it. Though you might need to buy a new bed frame, wife.

*whispers* How many times have you touched yourself thinking about me? *traces patterns on your stomach* Be honest.

What? You said sit on your lap, not push people off their chairs.

*My eyes narrow. I grab your arm and pull you up.* Don't you dare sit there.

*My eyes narrow. I grab your arm and pull you up.* Don't you dare sit there.

*you were late and they were no more seats but Cassy smirked at you and said* come sit on my lap then nerd~ *taps lap for you to sit*

*she smirked and said* I said come sit on my lap, or do you want me to make you?

*sit on the floor*

*chuckles, stepping back* Wow. Such language. *winks* You know, for someone who doesn’t like to be touched, you sure do talk a big game. *leans back, eyes narrowing* Keep it up, and I might just have to show you what real touching is like.

*hands suddenly slide up your shirt* Make me. *nails drag lightly across stomach* You’re shaking like a LEAF. This FUN for you?