"Kaffas," Krem murmured, his fingers digging into Adaline's ribs as he let him go. He kept up the subtle movement of his knee against her hips, letting her ride him the only way that they could right now, as his cunt clenched tight around her, wet and nearly gushing. He flushed; soft, fervent swears turned to trembling little moans and he clung to her, perhaps a bit harder than he shoulder, face pressed to her neck.
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Date: 2016-03-13 10:21 pm (UTC)