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Kayla smiled when he took his shirt off, offering to take hers off as well |
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Gale took the offer and tugged hers off, hand slipping up her back and stopping just before her bra, teasing her. |
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Kayla shivered, kissing him harder with a low whimper |
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He grinned, slipping his hand to rest on her soft spot, brushing up on it. |
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Kayla kissed him harder, deeper. She pressed against him |
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Gale let out a soft groan, only having one sweet spot beneath her. |
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Kayla pressed on his sweet spot, kissing him |
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"Kayla," He breathed, pulling himself back to her. |
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Kayla grinned, loving the way her name sounded on his lips. She kissed him deeper, pressing harder on his spot and moving her hips slightly against his |
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"Damn," He muttered, tipping his head back as she started moving her hips against his. |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
