"I'd be disappointed if that got you tame for the night," Erin murmurs, even as she pulls the shirt up and -

(Throw it outside it'll be hot.)

As correct as you are, we own two shirts between us right now, so. No?

(Damnit.)

Later, head voice, later.

- tosses it onto the floor in the house. Roaming hands frame Daisy's breasts, squeezing and lifting, putting on a show. "Doesn't it have an appeal, though? We both get so tired of playing at being human sometimes..."