[ peter quill just won the lottery twenty times over.
she can feel his mouth curve into a grin against her skin, where he's currently gloriously occupied dragging his lips, teeth, and tongue across her breasts everywhere he can reach. apparently, he won't settle for anything less than begging with that sudden will save of his, and his eyes flick upwards to meet hers, filled with an incredibly pleased look when that word falls off her lips, a teasing spark dancing there now. ] Please what? [ he punctuates the word by grinding deliberately against her with his own 16 strength check, the steady pressure of his incredibly firm cock straining against his poor beleaguered pants to give her something at least moderately satisfying to rub against, although it sure as hell doesn't feel like enough ]
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she can feel his mouth curve into a grin against her skin, where he's currently gloriously occupied dragging his lips, teeth, and tongue across her breasts everywhere he can reach. apparently, he won't settle for anything less than begging with that sudden will save of his, and his eyes flick upwards to meet hers, filled with an incredibly pleased look when that word falls off her lips, a teasing spark dancing there now. ] Please what? [ he punctuates the word by grinding deliberately against her with his own 16 strength check, the steady pressure of his incredibly firm cock straining against his poor beleaguered pants to give her something at least moderately satisfying to rub against, although it sure as hell doesn't feel like enough ]