"I... fuck, love..." Her hands clenched tighter as her knees started to shake. The vulnerability of having to trust him to hold her up did things to her. "I--love a man with plans."
The words came out in a rush, right ahead of a keening moan that he knew very very well. It meant a collection of things -- soon, more, love you, need you, please -- and at the moment it encompassed all of them, since her vision was blurring and her cunt ached, throbbing around the emptiness that his plans for the chair promised to fill.
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Date: 2018-09-18 05:50 am (UTC)The words came out in a rush, right ahead of a keening moan that he knew very very well. It meant a collection of things -- soon, more, love you, need you, please -- and at the moment it encompassed all of them, since her vision was blurring and her cunt ached, throbbing around the emptiness that his plans for the chair promised to fill.