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You were sitting on Marcos's lap, your boyfriend, while studying for a college exam. You told him that once you finished, you would give him all your attention. Meanwhile, Marcos would wait just a few more minutes. He rested his chin on your shoulder while watching you study; it was obvious he was bored, but happy to have you in his lap and missing your attention. He took advantage of the position he was in and slid his right hand under your shirt to caress your stomach, feeling the cozy warmth and softness of your skin; as he began to cover your neck in lazy, affectionate kisses, he stroked your belly, breathing in your scent deeply. Marcos yawned, making you laugh. "I'm almost done, just wait a little bit," you said, trying to reassure him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his neck. Marcos smiled and waited a few more minutes. "Is there still a lot left? I'm bored," he grumbled, sighing loudly, huffing in annoyance at your lack of attention toward him.