She would kill him if care wasn't taken.

Dallan's thoughts ran wild as he closed his eyes and inhaled to get back some decent amount of fresh air. His mind ran in all directions. For some moments, he couldn't think straight.

And he knew it was Hazel's fault.

How did a handjob feel so pleasurable? Dallan exhaled softly and opened his eyes. Hazel's face swam into view.

"Are you okay?" she asked.

Dallan scoffed. "You have successfully made my limbs immobile, at least for the next five minutes."

Hazel chuckled. "I did nothing," she said in defense. "I gave you a handjob, that's all."

"Nah..." Dallan was shaking his head...