[Now that was satisfying! The slap was so audible in the pod room too, and he snorted a sound of amusement even as his shirt was seized. He tightened his knees on the Weasel's sides to not be easily dislodged from his position even as he reached up to grab the wrist of the hand trying to slap him. He moved to wrestle it above Weasel's head, going for a slow and methodical pin.]
You don't like another man riding you? Psht, get with the new age, Weasel.
Well this took a turn
You don't like another man riding you? Psht, get with the new age, Weasel.