I whimper, I groan. I arch against him, my jeans now hanging around my knees.
"Back pocket." I gasp, clinging to him. "Left one."
I always travel prepared. An old habit. But you never knew when you'll be fucked raw in some random place, and keeping protecting and slick on you is always a good idea.
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Date: 2012-09-28 05:38 am (UTC)"Back pocket." I gasp, clinging to him. "Left one."
I always travel prepared. An old habit. But you never knew when you'll be fucked raw in some random place, and keeping protecting and slick on you is always a good idea.