It's not what he's asking, but it's still the first thought to come to mind. Never leave her. Not unless he has no other choice. But never of his own free will.]
You're so warm. [The words are mumbled between messy kisses as she continues to lean forward, following his lips, trying to get as close as possible. Her hands play with his hair, the back of his neck, any bit of skin they can find.] I like it.
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It's not what he's asking, but it's still the first thought to come to mind. Never leave her. Not unless he has no other choice. But never of his own free will.]
You're so warm. [The words are mumbled between messy kisses as she continues to lean forward, following his lips, trying to get as close as possible. Her hands play with his hair, the back of his neck, any bit of skin they can find.] I like it.