She writhed into the firming outline of his erection, her back arcing with another little whimper and a knowing smirk. And despite her denial, he felt good--all of him. She shifted again, to face him, and hooked her arms around his neck for balance, her eyes half closed and watching him, always watching. She rubbed into him lightly, teasingly, dragging her breasts against him and making sure he got a view.
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Date: 2010-01-21 09:28 pm (UTC)