The increasing degrees of relaxation in her were almost, almost as pleasurable as her fingers combing through his hair. Even without even a ghostly precursor to a pull, utterly unnecessary to this warm comfort. “I don’t think it was always intentional,” he said, before catching her mouth with his again.
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Date: 2019-03-10 06:07 am (UTC)