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iamthefirechild:
defectumlupum
iamthefirechild:
It didn’t take long for her to reach the point where she wanted his shirt off. She spilled herself half off him and tugged the fabric up.
He helped her yank it off. “There.”
Slowly, she wrote across his skin, ‘your turn’.
He stared at her. “Wait.”
She gave him a quizzical expression. ‘why?’
defectumlupum
iamthefirechild:
It didn’t take long for her to reach the point where she wanted his shirt off. She spilled herself half off him and tugged the fabric up.
He helped her yank it off. “There.”
Slowly, she wrote across his skin, ‘your turn’.
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