( she makes him sound predictable. and now that he thinks about it, he is. he stars with strong kisses and works his way down, teeth starting to pull marks the lower he gets. she's more likely to get a hickey on waist than her neck these days.
maybe he should respond to the teasing but his focus is entirely elsewhere. )
if I were there I'd spread my hands up your thighs. spread them apart so I could taste you. god I want to taste you.
no subject
maybe he should respond to the teasing but his focus is entirely elsewhere. )
if I were there I'd spread my hands up your thighs. spread them apart so I could taste you. god I want to taste you.
( sexting has its downfalls, sometimes. )