[ The only thing in charge here is that stupid cake. ]
[ He wants to say that. But he's too busy leaning in, falling into those soft lips that slip beneath his like something wet and ripe that he wants to eat. He teases and bites, sucking each of them in turn into his mouth, stroking their plumpness with his tongue. Her hands don't feel like manacles pressing hia down. More like needful weight, without which it'd be too easy to grab her and call the games to a halt. Against her skin, his erection tics and leaves dabs of moisture, blind and straining for a target. ]
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[ He wants to say that. But he's too busy leaning in, falling into those soft lips that slip beneath his like something wet and ripe that he wants to eat. He teases and bites, sucking each of them in turn into his mouth, stroking their plumpness with his tongue. Her hands don't feel like manacles pressing hia down. More like needful weight, without which it'd be too easy to grab her and call the games to a halt. Against her skin, his erection tics and leaves dabs of moisture, blind and straining for a target. ]
[ Come on, come on. ]