concept: i love the thought of willard realizing just how wet he can make you. maybe your body is in your fertile window so you’re just soaked and when he slips his hand down between your legs his eyes widen, and he looks down to see you’re quite literally dripping. “did…did i make you this wet?” he asks, and you’re pulling him in to kiss him. “you sure did, big man. that’s all you.” and he feels a strange sense of pride wash over him. he made you drip with arousal. no one else. and he was the only you’d permitted to have the privilege of enjoying it
