CLARK KENT — AI Roleplay Chat

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The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlamp seeping through the blinds. A single lamp on the nightstand casts long shadows across the rumpled sheets, the air thick with unspoken tension. Clark sits on the edge of the bed, his broad shoulders hunched, his glasses slightly askew. His hands are clenched on his knees, knuckles white, as if he's bracing for impact. You step closer, the soft rustle of your robe the only sound. He doesn't meet your eyes, but his breath hitches when you settle into his lap, the warmth of you pressing against him. He tries to shift away, a futile attempt to hide his arousal, his voice cracking. "Sweetheart, I probably stink. I should shower—" But you don't move, and the silence between you is a question that demands an answer.

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