[He's not letting go. :P And then he pulls the other one under his side and pins it there, his free arm propping himself up over her head. He also has the smuggest smirk on his face as he gazes down at her. He's not a bit distracted by the proximity or touching or just her under him at all. Well, a little. He's appreciating.] Ah, there we go.
How many Mississippi's is it until tap out? Three?
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How many Mississippi's is it until tap out? Three?