He whined, swearing under his breath in his dialectic, filthy accent, knowing she wouldn't understand it--or hoping, anyway. His hips arched, eager for more, uncontrollable for a moment, before he settled himself back on the bed.
He closed his eyes, a flush moving rapidly over his face. "I was...thinking about your ass."
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Date: 2016-03-13 08:47 pm (UTC)He closed his eyes, a flush moving rapidly over his face. "I was...thinking about your ass."