You can. [Her own voice is a little ragged from exertion, but she's determined to see this through; the pace of her hips doesn't stutter, and now she presses deeper with every stroke, murmuring against his skin in encouragement:]
Come on, Stan. Let go. Come for me, I want to see you—
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Date: 2018-03-17 04:02 am (UTC)Come on, Stan. Let go. Come for me, I want to see you—