[ he pins her down, pressing her into the mattress and dorothy moans and arches against him, legs wrapping around his and pulling him closer, slotting their hips together. with nothing but cotton and lace separating them, she can feel the length of him hard between her legs. she can rub herself against it, too, seeking that friction.
god, he feels good.
she moans again when his lips and teeth find her breast; his name this time. with the silence they both live in these days, it sounds startlingly loud in the room and she wants to say it again and again until he's all she knows. ]
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god, he feels good.
she moans again when his lips and teeth find her breast; his name this time. with the silence they both live in these days, it sounds startlingly loud in the room and she wants to say it again and again until he's all she knows. ]