Gretel decides.
Gretel kept going, turning up the vibrations, urging every last bit of orgasm from between her legs.
"What are we doing here?""Chatting by video?""I mean, you, me, us. What is this?""A good time?""Oy vey.""Gretel, what do you want me to say?""The truth.""We meet up, chill, and order take-out at my place once a week. And we occasionally get each other off online. I'm having fun. Aren't you?"“I’m tired. Good day, sir.”“Gretel? Will I see you later?”“If the past is an indicator of my future decisions, then yeah, obviously.”...