She wore a rather formidable exterior, with her ink and her black clothes and her strut in the shop. It was entertaining to see it tumble now. Laius found it hard to enjoy, though, when he was reminiscing over her little deceit. Her body was at least polite enough to recognize what he was doing. She wasn't put off by roughness, then. Good. He would make sure to use that against her. That finger continued to coax compliance out of her body, while her eyes continued to moisten, too. He put his forehead to hers, so their eyes were close enough to distort their perception of each other. Unhinged - he looked the part now.<br/><br/>"Devon." he repeated, weighing the value of the name. "Work friend." It was true enough. Laius had checked up on the guy, and she was speaking the truth. "So you'll go out with a friend but you won't give me your number?" he asked as he continued to spoil her cunt. He added another digit into her, and curled it upward just so, and courted her little pearl with his thumb. It was delicious to have her wet while she cried. "I don't know if I can trust you, Latrice." he confessed and inched back to shake his head. They were still almost attached by their facial features. He corrected her glasses for her again.<br/><br/>In an animal way, he studied her, his nose brushing her cheek as he surveyed her minute expressions, like her could find a shadow that might suggest she was lying, all the while roughly masturbating her, too. It must be incredibly confusing for the girl. "Do you want my trust?" he asked, very curious about what she might answer. He moved back a little further. In one motion he took her glasses, folded them, and hung them in her cleavage. "Do you want me to forgive you?" The two were of course not the same, but he seemed to believe they were similar enough that one could substitute the other in his heart.<br/><br/>He drew his free hand through the air, and rapped it across her adorable face. It was a rather sobering clap. Laius waited for her to recover, still being fiddled with down there, and then put his chin at level with hers. His lips were pretty, they always were, and at this distance they were fat and wide. He liked the way her cheek sounded against his palm. He wanted to do more. But he needed something else from her. "Kiss me then. Kiss me like I'm the only one you want." he stabbed deep into her now babbling cunt which had well betrayed her. At least her cunt knew. "And maybe I'll be good to you again."