"You like that? Tell me what you want, Dean," Angua said, keeping her hips going in time with her hand, lightly stroking as if to ease him back into an erection. It was hard to go slow, to keep from fucking into him as hard and fast as she wanted, gods did she want to. Only the fingers of her hand tightly holding onto his side told of her growing urgency, and her small stuttered breaths.
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Date: 2009-10-14 01:07 am (UTC)