His name leaves her lips in breathless pants as her hands caress and glide over all the parts of his body she could reach. His strong arms. His toned back. His soft hair. The gentle stumble of his cheeks. She moans and arches up as his teases reach her center and her fingers thread into his hair. "Oh John."
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Date: 2007-11-08 07:42 pm (UTC)Gorramit, he was good.