[ he even rolled another 24 will save, one that will spare him from just chucking the phone across the room at that and saying screw it, but not enough to keep an undignified noise of approval from escaping his throat, one he tries to cover by clearing it awkwardly. his voice is a little tighter as he tries to ramble off an order as quickly as possible, but there's a bit of desperate frustration in his eyes as he looks at her and echoes the person on the other end of the line: ] Uh... payment? [ yeah, his wallet is wherever his pants ended up, which is clearly too far away from her hand on his dick and his playing with her ass for him to be eager to go hunt for it. he looks at her like WHAT DO I SAY, as if there has to be a solution that doesn't involve moving ]
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