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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 19:54:58 GMT -5
She giggled a little, shifting to unzip her dress before tugging it over her head, tossing it onto a trunk nearby. Then she smiled up at him, maybe a little shyly now that she was just in her underthings.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:03:45 GMT -5
He caressed her thigh before his hand traveled up and down her side. He kissed the mark he'd just left before lifting his head to look down at her. "Wow," he breathed, finding his heart had to pump extra hard to keep up. "You are...just so beautiful."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 20:05:48 GMT -5
Her whole body flushed, but she smiled up at him, fingers touching his chest. "Thank you...you--you're amazing..." She met his eyes, biting her lip.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:10:32 GMT -5
He kissed her, his tongue darting out to touch her tongue. "Not as amazing as you," he muttered, his hips rocking against hers.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 20:12:06 GMT -5
She let out another moan, opening her mouth to his, kissing him deeply. She arched her hips up to touch them to his, then moaned all over again when she felt him hard against her thigh.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:22:04 GMT -5
He hissed, letting out a somewhat painful sounding groan. He fumbled with his belt buckle and the zipper on his pants. He needed her soon, or he was pretty sure he was going to die.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 20:26:24 GMT -5
She helped him get his pants off, then nearly gulped when she got an eyeful of him. "Seriously, Michael?" She smirked, arching a brow. "Figures." Michael was tall -- one of the tallest guys in the house. It shouldn't have been a surprise that he would be, ahem, well-endowed. "How the hell did you manage to stay a virgin this long?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:32:02 GMT -5
Skittery blushed, rubbing his nose against hers. "Can we talk about that later?" he chuckled against her lips as one of his hands sneakily slid around to the back of her bra, unhooking it.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 20:33:24 GMT -5
She giggled, kissing him, then helped him shrug off her bra, tossing it aside. It was her turn to blush as she looked up at him, exposed, save for her underwear.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:40:11 GMT -5
He ducked his head down to kiss the top of one breast, hardly able to breathe as he did so. "So gorgeous," he muttered. He could hardly keep control as it was, but now it was even, ahem, harder.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 20:41:42 GMT -5
She let out a whimper, moving under him as he kissed her sensitive skin. she reached a hand down to grasp his length against her palm.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 20:47:55 GMT -5
He gasped, afraid he was going to lose control right there. "Maggie, I'm sorry... I wish I could take it slow with you tonight, but... I can't."
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 21:15:07 GMT -5
((Sorry, I got roped into doing the dishes))
Her insides flipped at the knowledge and she nodded, opening her eyes to meet his. "Then take me, Michael..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 15, 2011 21:21:58 GMT -5
((LOL no big. My mom complained that I didn't do them, but I was working on my portfolio, okay?! GEEZ MOM.))
He practically tore her underwear off, one hand clasping her thigh tightly.
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Post by Script on Nov 15, 2011 21:26:53 GMT -5
((Haha!))
She gasped, arching up, fingers digging into his arms. She wanted him with a kind of reckless desperation.
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