Her: But Mr Gainsford. Your actions are highly inappropriate. What might happen should our dear parents see us like this?
Him: My sweet Ms Brampton. Surely you must realize how how much love I feel for you. Does the delicate moisture between your soft thighs not say the same thing about your feelings toward me?
Her: Oh, it does, Mr Gainsford, how much it does. You will know from my many poems how much my heart longs to be with you.
Him: Then please tell me how I can make you the happiest maiden in all of the land, Ms Brampton.
Her: Mr Gainsford, my dear love, bend me over this park bench and fuck me senseless. I beg of you.
Him: I beg your pardon, Ms Brampton?
Her: Stop talking in that damn accent and fuck me until the leaves fall off the branches. Would you be so kind please, Mr Gainsford?
(Source: theothersbody, via luxenue)
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