She caught the back of his head and held him there, groaning at his lips on her. "You do. I know." She whimpered. "I always knew." She meant that, too, in a sideways kind of way. He'd been genuine in his need. Honest in it. And then there had been more. "Gonna wear me out."
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Date: 2014-07-12 01:38 am (UTC)