[A strange tingle inside... coupled with a sea of mingled emotion, he could feel the goosebumps rush over his body. He wouldn't question it, focused on the marks he'd left and coaxing them to a deep, rosy pink.
But he didn't want to part from her. Even now, he moved with her to keep her high sailing, his lips moving their way up to her collarbone, along her neck...]
You're beggin' I can feel your knees sinkin'... When did this bed turn to water?
[His hands roamed as she was still buzzing, his head filled with a song. But he was a little cheeky and nipped his mate's ear. Now that they'd found each other, they had all the time in the world, didn't they? A little thought flit across their link: Why make just one when I could put so many more inside...?]
Is it that good? My love, my flower Is he that good...?
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But he didn't want to part from her. Even now, he moved with her to keep her high sailing, his lips moving their way up to her collarbone, along her neck...]
You're beggin'
I can feel your knees sinkin'...
When did this bed turn to water?
[His hands roamed as she was still buzzing, his head filled with a song. But he was a little cheeky and nipped his mate's ear. Now that they'd found each other, they had all the time in the world, didn't they? A little thought flit across their link: Why make just one when I could put so many more inside...?]
Is it that good?
My love, my flower
Is he that good...?