There really doesn’t seem to be an end to this closet game. Crysta distantly wonders if she should be trying to get out. But that’s okay. This would be fun too. She does hesitate for a moment, hovering over him, wondering if it’s okay. He’d said he was scared just a few seconds ago. But he doesn’t seem scared, now. This is just for fun. It doesn’t matter. “Oooh, like. Careful what you wish for.” She sing-songs.

She’s good, and only takes what is offered. Crysta leans in to kiss up his neck, biting in only the most demonstratively sexy way, as promised.