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	Do you know what I like about you?

	I like that you’re so stupid.

	No, take that offended look off of your face - that’s much better. Let me just look at that gorgeous, stupid face.

	Much better. There’s my big, dumb boy.

	I’m just going  to… straddle your lap, just like that, run my hands across your pretty face.

	God, you’ve got a face that could be stamped on gold coins, & a physique they’d use to model a statue of a god on. Flex for me - good boy - let me feel those muscles.

	You’re so strong. We both know you could break me in half, if you were ever smart enough to ever figure out how to.

	No, sh, it’s okay, sweetheart. Look into my eyes with your big, gorgeous empty ones, hold your hands in my own. Let me admire the way the light catches in your hair, & the elegant line of your profile, from your hairline to your nose to your chin.

	Oh, you want to touch me too?

	Okay, but be gentle. Yes, just like that - curve your palm against my cheek, trace my cheekbone with my palm, your thumb against my earlobe.

	[Loud, smacking kiss to his palm]

	Good boy - god, I love the way your whole face opens up when I call you a good boy. I’d say that you’re like a golden retriever, but you’re dumber than that.

	Now… let’s take that shirt off, shall we? I want to see your lovely chest. Arms up. Good boy!

	Now… off that goes… and now… oh yes.

	Lean back in your chair - good boy - & feel me trace my fingers along the soft skin of your chest… oh, look, your nipples are already getting hard. Do you like it when I pinch them between my fingers? How about when I twist them?

	Oh, listen to those pretty moans, & you’re already starting to get warmer. You lovely thick cock is starting to swell in your pants - I can feel it, pressing against my ass. How does it feel when I grind down on it, like this?

	Careful, buddy, you almost bucked me off! I’m just going to… hold on with my knees, & keep grinding. I like the way your face turns red, & how hard you’re holding on to my hips.

	Oh, hony, shh, what’s wrong? You look so upset!

	Is it the way that I’m grinding against you? Is it the fact that your cock is trapped inside of those tight, sexy jeans I dressed you in this morning, & you’re stupid to figure out how to get out of them? So your big, thick cock is just… squeezed into your jeans, down the leg of your boxers, right up against your thigh, dripping pre-cum as it soaks into the denim, leaving you with a cold, slimy wet spot, right up against the warm skin.

	Listen to that moaning - i’d almost think that my big, stupid boy understand what I’m saying! Do you, precious? Tell me what you want from me, & I’ll give it to you. Anything you want at all!

	Your face is knotting up - let’s smooth out that line between your eyebrows, let your face relax… let you MIND relax.

	You’re just my big, beautiful, stupid boy, & you trust me to do all the thinking for you.

	Yes, good boy, roll your hips under me. I’ll take your cock out when you ask me nicely, using your words.

	Yes, your cock.

	You can’t just keep saying cock, pretty boy, you have to say what you want me to do with it.

	No, saying my name & then saying “cock” doesn’t work either.

	What do you want with me & my cock?

	No, use your words better than that.

	Oh, it’s hard to use your words when I’m rubbing your cock like this through your jeans?

	There’s my big stupid boy - I can feel your dick swelling up, & it’s beginning to throb. I can even feel it through the denim. Is your heart racing, pretty boy? Is it making you squirm?

	Oh, you’re panting, listen to you pant, god, you’re so gorgeous. My gorgeous, stupid boy, roll your hips up into my hand, let me rub your lovely, sweet cock.

	Your face is screwing up, I can feel the muscles in our legs tensing up. You gonna cum? Be my good boy, use your words.

	You’re humping into my hand, look at that, I have to hold on to your shoulder with my hand, to keep from falling off as you buck your hips.

	Oh, sweetie… I can feel you cumming - your cock is already throbbing harder, your cum is so sticky & hot as it soaks into the denim.

	Poor baby, you wanted to fuck me, huh?

	Oh, I can’t stand seeing that pretty face so upset. You’re still my good boy. My big, stupid, beautiful boy.

	Now… I’m going to get off of your lap, dummy, & I want you to get on your knees for me. Can you do that?

	Okay. tell me what I want you to do.

	Good boy, you remembered four words in a row!

	My big, stupid boy… look up at me with that pretty face, & open your mouth.