[ How she even has feeling below the waist is anyone’s guess but if the near desperate whimper that spills from her lips is anything to go by? There could be something to their joke about being addicted to each other. In rolling on top of her, all he does is allow her easier access to places like his neck and while he might be good at multitasking… she continues to have a one track mind. An arm slips around his body, snaking up so she can grip his shoulder and she pulls him to her, scarping her teeth over his shoulder as she carves a path to the base of his neck. Her lips part against his pulse, her tongue teasing the sensitive area of skin before she seals her mouth over him, sucking lightly as she continues to wriggle her hips beneath his body, ever in need of his touch. ]
We should start making things easier on ourselves. [ Kissing her way up his neck in between words. ] Just spend the rest of the day inside of me.
[ I'm sorry were you doing something Peter? She does not seem to care right now. ]
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We should start making things easier on ourselves. [ Kissing her way up his neck in between words. ] Just spend the rest of the day inside of me.
[ I'm sorry were you doing something Peter? She does not seem to care right now. ]