Christ, he's never really understood the upside of those things but now her long fingers are playing with them and suddenly he has to grab at the bedsheets with the hand that's not tangled in her hair. His thighs are taut, his breathing taking on a rasping edge. Her voice thrums through his cock again and the language centers in his brain somehow find just enough power to let her know she's dragging him under.
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Date: 2017-03-04 05:57 am (UTC)"Molly," he says, helpless, almost a whimper.