Date: 2012-04-09 09:44 pm (UTC)
harshboldcharm: (Hm?)
Wylie didn't give a damn how she blew him, just that she was. He dropped his head back and let our a low groan to the ceiling. He was clutching his nearly empty glass in the hand rested at the back of the couch. He set it aside and breathed deep.

Addiction had taken to suckling the bundle of nerves at the apex of her thighs. She brought up one hand to hold her pelvis still while she brought her other hand up to thrust her middle finger into her. Addiction moaned against her, letting that reverberate.
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