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Send 👌 for my muse’s reaction to walking in on yours masturbating and moaning my muse’s name
Why was she even still SURPRISED? She’d seen him do worse things than this, yet she just kept still in the doorway, staring at the pale figure sprawled on the couch, one hand grasping at the cushions against the backrest and the other… well… busy. Harleen’d never really watched him do that, you know, for privacy reasons, but now that she’d accidentally ran in on him, she couldn’t get herself to look away, either. A groan of her name filled the empty space, and she felt the heat rise to her cheeks. Should she even say anything or should she leave him to it or… The decision was made for her, another strained ‘Harl…’ marking a probably very satisfying end to the show.
“I, ehm… I got us popcorn…”
He stroked himself teasingly. Knowing damn well that he would get caught. He waned her to watch. Wanted her to WANT. Wanted her to know how much he wanted her.
Her name escaped his lips with ease. Pleased. Filled with wanton.
“Don’t need popcorn,” he said with a tilt of his head. “Need YOU.”
