She looks to him fondly, hands folded behind her back.
"I already have a favorite seat that is perfect in every way. This one is just... for fun," she adds. It's him. He's her favorite seat. "It needn't be made of gold."
He chuckles under his breath, looking away under the guise of checking out the seats. Her tits are more obvious when she does that, and the mental images she’s giving him are enough to get his imagination going.
“But there’s no harm in it, if it’s to be your throne.”
"Choose a worthy one for your..." Queen? No, she hates it. Jill makes a face before she laughs, returning to his side. "For us. That's what it is, after all. A thing for us both to enjoy."
"You might, but I don't. Hurting you is the worst thing I could ever do," she says. Even if it were only an accident. Even if he'd happily die between her thighs, she would not be very happy. "I must handle you with care so I can have a very long time with you."
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"I already have a favorite seat that is perfect in every way. This one is just... for fun," she adds. It's him. He's her favorite seat. "It needn't be made of gold."
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“But there’s no harm in it, if it’s to be your throne.”
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And that Joshua is conveniently out.
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They should have discussed logistics beforehand.
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"We could say it's... simply a chair for our room. Dull furniture. Nothing exciting. And not a complete lie."