( only other thing on her figure is an excuse of a silk, cropped cami, riding up along her ribs as she slips further down within the cool touch of her sheets, allowing fingers to curl that much closer to her own heat. the moment tip of middle finger rolls over sensitive bundle there's a low, relieved sound blooming from the bed of her throat- but it's not enough.
it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it. And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.
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it's not him. )
You bottle things up, just like I do. I know it when I see it. ( and given their favored means of spending their time was in front of a bag at sucker punch, that spoke for itself. but she wasn't here for such a soft topic. )
Deserve it? It's hardly a punishment when I'm asking for it, carino. Not many men are willing to go as hard as I'd like it.
And what about that other hand of yours, mm? Around my throat? In my hair? You're leaving me too many blanks.