His answer was a smirk, then he went right back to tormenting her breasts and clit. He had to find her limit, what she couldn't take anymore. Which, really, was a foolish thing for someone tweaking to undertaking when dealing with someone who was bipolar. It was like fire and gasoline. Nothing useful could come from it, but it would be spectacular.
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Date: 2014-07-08 11:45 pm (UTC)