♞  ▎┊ whoa, there ! 

There is a split second where she seems to consider, a blatant eyefuck look that clearly states she’s objectifying him roughly and thoroughly in mind. Would it be problematic?

     “Your bow legs could be put to good use. If you are requesting that I objectify you in the back seat of a car, then I have to say, what is the phrase? –That’s kinky–.” 

Her fingers tap against her leg before grabbing her skirt and rucking it up obnoxiously high to mid thigh and studies him for his reaction.

     “Perhaps we should entertain the notion ob backseat objectifying as long as you aren’t gentle. Gentle is boring– Or is that a self defense mechanism and I actually make you nervous. I wonder what you would do if I started undressing you.” 

           ▎┊《  ▓▓▓     ♞ 

          IRISES SAIL INTO a singular trajectory, a glace of mild bewilderment petrified upon her frame, and he soon learns that any attempts at maintaining a secure hold of his judgment are FUTILE, when suddenly all of his being knots in impulses and instincts. Thus unveils a contrast in his feedback, when his peer unavoidably wavers to the BAIT skin she’s so boldly flashed and when a square of his shoulders shepherds his stance to lean to a gaping DISTANCE.

         IT DOESN’T TAKE long before he becomes aware of the enthrallment to his gaze, tearing it away with a bolt of his brows and a muted exhale.

                     ❛  …    sorry, lady, i’m more of a, uh  —  foreplay type.  ❜