"Whatever it is Your Highness--Loki--likes." She cracked another wry little smirk, her bare flesh scraping softly against the fabric of his shirt, thighs settling on his. She situated her hips down with more force than needed, a taste of the dominant role she so often took. "I want to hear you say it."
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Date: 2019-03-12 04:16 am (UTC)