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Phrasing...phrasing...HEY. PHRASING!
Reasons why we'll never get unionized
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1/8/15 19:29 (UTC)
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"If I'd just what?"
She presses her mouth to his temple, leaning into him while she rocks her hips against his fingers.
Without warning she adds a third finger, stroking harder, faster. She separates those fingers, feeling his walls give way to her thorough preparation.
"Need it too, Nicholas," she huffs and presses just the tip of a fourth finger inside his entrance, keeping the others moving relentlessly.
Then she withdraws and shimmies out of her own pants and takes the toy in hand.
"Can't wait...can't wait," she mutters as she slicks up both the larger shaft that'll be inside him and the slightly smaller addition for her.
The idea of being connected with him in this way, different than the usual strap ons makes her heart thud almost out of her chest.
"Bring your best game."
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1/8/15 19:29 (UTC)She presses her mouth to his temple, leaning into him while she rocks her hips against his fingers.
Without warning she adds a third finger, stroking harder, faster. She separates those fingers, feeling his walls give way to her thorough preparation.
"Need it too, Nicholas," she huffs and presses just the tip of a fourth finger inside his entrance, keeping the others moving relentlessly.
Then she withdraws and shimmies out of her own pants and takes the toy in hand.
"Can't wait...can't wait," she mutters as she slicks up both the larger shaft that'll be inside him and the slightly smaller addition for her.
The idea of being connected with him in this way, different than the usual strap ons makes her heart thud almost out of her chest.
"Bring your best game."