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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:08:08 GMT -5
She quirked a brow, feeling her insides quiver a little at the thought. "Oh, no..? Then what else did you do..?"
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 15:10:28 GMT -5
He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Maggie. I'm a guy. We do what we do."
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:12:51 GMT -5
She grinned at him. "So...you think about me...when you're in bed..?" She was totally going to milk this for all it was worth.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 15:14:49 GMT -5
"Well, not in bed..." he said, his blush deepening. "In the shower..."
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:17:24 GMT -5
She felt herself blush, too, but she smiled at him. She traced her hand over his shoulder and down his chest gently. "So...you've wanted me then..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 15:18:52 GMT -5
He had to let out a scoff at that. "Of course I have. Didn't I tell you that?"
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:20:48 GMT -5
She smiled and leaned up to kiss him again. "You know...I've thought about you, too...like that...when I'm...alone." Tit for tat, it was only fair.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 15:25:01 GMT -5
A very smug smirk appeared on his lips. "Oh, have you? Well, that's interesting..."
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:26:54 GMT -5
She blushed, smiling up at him. "I couldn't help it. It started the day we both had lake duty and you took off your shirt." She smirked. "I had the craziest urge to lick you."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 15:29:44 GMT -5
"Well now you can," he whispered, his lips brushing against her. "Not in front of the campers, though, of course."
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 15:31:31 GMT -5
She smirked, then pulled out of the kiss to duck her head down, trailing her mouth against his collar bone. She pushed him over so he was on his back, and she straddled his thighs.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 16:40:07 GMT -5
He stopped breathing for a second or two. He loved it when girls were aggressive like this. He put his hands on her thighs, caressing them gently, squeezing them when her lips were almost too much.
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 16:48:33 GMT -5
She leaned down over him, trailing her mouth across his chest, using her lips, teeth and tongue. He tasted a little salty from sweat. She kissed down his chest to his stomach, spending ample time tracing the lines of his ab muscles with her tongue.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 20, 2011 17:05:30 GMT -5
He inhaled sharply, staring up at the ceiling of his car. He knew that if he looked at her, he would lose it. Her tongue was leaving trails of fire wherever it went.
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Post by Script on Nov 20, 2011 17:10:23 GMT -5
She scooted back lower on his thighs, mouth nipping at the skin just below his belly button. She was using all her energy to maintain control.
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