It's not hard to arch against the stroke of his hand, and I laugh breathlessly as the seeking palm clenches into a demanding fist. This Marvelous is exactly my type, and I seem to be his. Perfect. I roll my hips as he rises to meet me, and smile with teeth when his belly presses flush to mine, pressing my cock between us. His claim is bold, but he obviously knows what it takes to back it up. I respect that. And yet there's never been a single thing presented to me that I can resist challenging, good or bad.
"Or my hands?" I push, tightening my grip on his body. I can feel his pulse racing against me, and I think the floor's tilting again. I have to assume it's just in my head, my equilibrium thrown off by how much my body is screaming lust. I want him, I want him VERY badly.
The ship lurches, and it shifts me against him in just suck a way that our dicks brush through the fabric of our clothes, making me gasp, making me shudder, making me grip at him - at his shirt, at his arms, hair, anywhere I can reach really - with need.
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Date: 2012-06-23 06:11 am (UTC)"Or my hands?" I push, tightening my grip on his body. I can feel his pulse racing against me, and I think the floor's tilting again. I have to assume it's just in my head, my equilibrium thrown off by how much my body is screaming lust. I want him, I want him VERY badly.
The ship lurches, and it shifts me against him in just suck a way that our dicks brush through the fabric of our clothes, making me gasp, making me shudder, making me grip at him - at his shirt, at his arms, hair, anywhere I can reach really - with need.