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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:02:25 GMT -5
He grabbed for one and handed it to her. "You may do the honors, Miss Martin."
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:06:54 GMT -5
She laughed and ripped it open, slipping it onto him. She lifted herself up, then met his eyes before lowering herself onto his shaft.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:08:58 GMT -5
He rocked his hips up, hands grasping her hips as he let out a guttural groan. He couldn't even remember what pancakes tasted like.
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:11:04 GMT -5
She whimpered, moving against him, rising up then slamming back down on him.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:15:11 GMT -5
"Fuck, Maggie," he croaked, tilting his head back against the pillows. "Fuck, don't stop. Dear God."
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:18:49 GMT -5
She nodded, she couldn't stop even if you made her, she wanted him too badly. She moved harder against him, leaning forward to kiss him deeply.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:20:32 GMT -5
He cursed some more against her lips, wincing as the pleasure bordered on pain. His hips rocked in sync with her, pushing up into her even more as she came down onto him.
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:23:02 GMT -5
She cried out, falling forward as she came, unable to hold herself up.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:25:56 GMT -5
He exploded into her, crying out and catching her at the same time. He rolled over so they were on their sides. "Damn."
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:34:24 GMT -5
She let out a shaky breath, holding onto him tightly.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 24, 2011 0:38:57 GMT -5
"Oh, Maggie," he said softly into her hair. "You're way better than pancakes."
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Post by Script on Nov 24, 2011 0:45:52 GMT -5
It was a silly line, and it should have made her laugh, but instead, her eyes welled up and she buried her face in the crook of his neck holding him tightly. She muttered something into his neck.
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 10:01:31 GMT -5
He furrowed his brow as he tried to look down at her, but she kept her face buried in his neck. "Hey... Mags, what's wrong?"
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Post by Script on Nov 25, 2011 13:25:46 GMT -5
She sighed a little, but didn't look at him. "Nothing's wrong, I--oh, geez, you're gonna think I'm crazy..."
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Post by Skittery on Nov 25, 2011 14:10:51 GMT -5
"No, I'm not. I promise," he assured her. He smoothed down her hair with his palm, his voice soft and soothing.
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