She made a soft sound, a small approving hum as she pressed into his hands. The mostion brushes her chest against his and her hand follow to trace his collar bone and come to a rest over his heart. It was pounding, almost as heart as hers.
Ana lifted a little to ease his explorations. She wanted him to touch her skin.
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Date: 2012-05-21 05:11 am (UTC)From:Ana lifted a little to ease his explorations. She wanted him to touch her skin.