She needed him, too, but she perversely made them wait, taking another minute to stroke him. Her nails pressed very lightly over his length as she rocked against his fingers. She moaned thickly against his lips. She really did love how quickly they went from zero to sixty. She hoped that never changed.
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Date: 2014-07-26 08:22 pm (UTC)