He goes gladly, his hands sliding over her hips, tracing the scars that run just above them as he presses into her, sliding again into her heat, firm and steady. His rhythm quickly becomes just as assured as he had been much earlier this evening, and his hands move to cup and warm and tease those breasts he just watched her fondle.
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Date: 2010-11-07 07:00 am (UTC)