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He turned them so she was atop, having grown bored. |
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Kayla took the oppertunity and moved right into otion, pressuring his sweet spot and grinding her hips |
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"You see? There you go," He teases through gritted teeth, just kissing her back. |
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"I'm guessing you enjoy it, then?" |
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"No shit," He says biting back a groan. |
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Kayla grinned and cintinued harder |
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"Fuck..." He muttered, trailing his hands up her sides. |
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Kayla pressed her lips back to his, continuing |
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Eventually the smallest groan slipped from his lips, him smiling as he started rubbing her thighs, diggin his hands into them silightly. |
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Kayla heard a small whimper escape her lips, kissing him harder and grinding her hips harder |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
