Of Course Not!

Even though you probably desperately need it, you can't just steal the money. You scoop everything up and stand up, sending your breasts shaking violently even with the shirt. Looking up, you see a man about to enter the bank. You call out to him, and he turns, and the world stops for a minute.

You find yourself staring at a smiling, copper-skinned man, and you feel your legs nearly buckle. The arousal between your legs is almost too much to handle.

"Hey, thanks! Sorry for running into you, I've been in a hurry all day," he says as he takes the stack of paper and the hundred from you. His hands brush yours and your breath catches in your throat, and you're sure there's a visible blush on your face, though whether it's the embarassment or arousal doing it, you're not sure.

He looks up from his papers, and smiles at you, before shifting his papers to his side and offering a hand.

"I'm Marcus. Nice to meet you."