[ She knows what he means when he says open, but he supposes it doesn't matter now when both of them have their hands occupied. Fingers wrap around the bare length of him, beginning with a slow and languid rhythm until he builds up to something steady. He wants her hands in his hair, he wants her screaming his name as he delves into her flesh... It's not fair. She's always finding ways for him to come undone before she does.
But time and eloquence are luxuries he can't afford. ]
i want to fuck you so hard you won't be walking in the morning
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But time and eloquence are luxuries he can't afford. ]
i want to fuck you so hard you won't be walking in the morning