Now it’s just me and you Evey

Evellyn groans as she folds her legs and readjusts her arms across her bosom, and growls at you: “Has anyone ever told you you’re despicable!”

“You have. On many, many occasions.”

“And I’m sure I’m not the only one…” Evellyn grumbles.

“Oh for sure, there have been multitudes! I’d hate for you to have thought I was singling you out for special treatment, you’re just the latest in a long line of ‘conquests’, milady.”

Evellyn scoffs, even as she tries to wriggle her breasts in a tighter, more covering embrace. “Don’t say ‘conquests’ like we’re having a fling you pig. I just need you to complete my mission.”

You sit down next to her on the crate and bat your eyes at her. Evellyn pouts and turns a little redder, sliding away to the other side of the crate to create distance, and pivoting to have her back turned towards you, hands clasped across her chest and crotch. You glibly lean in her direction: “Oh, you’ll fall to the **** of my irresistible charms at some point, I’m sure of it. Plenty of my previous ‘repeat-gigs’ got there too, in the end.”

She frowns: “What do you mean ‘repeat-gigs’…”