Ana couldn't help but smile. She kept touching him, growing bold, eperimenting with touch and presure, grazing nails over his thighs. She moved, rearranging her limps to better stradle his lap. Her hands tembled as she struggled to keep control of herself, her dearest desire at that moment was to bite and claw and take.
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Date: 2012-05-25 04:59 am (UTC)From: