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She quietly gave him a breathy giggle, kissing his neck and leaving marks
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He just grinned, letting her.
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She returned to his lips, hands still on his abs but resting there now
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Gale kissed her hard, having nowhere to go.
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"What're you standing there for, hm?" She teased, giggling against his lips
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"Well i've nowhere to go, since i'm pretty sure you're loving how you can torture me like this." Gale chuckled, pecking her lips.
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"I do. It's the best kind of toture and I save it for only you, my love"
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"It's the only torture I fondly enjoy, in fact." He mused, tone almost desperate.
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She hummed in response, hands tugging his shirt off
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He tossed it aside, a hum of satisfaction escaping him as the bark dug into his skin.
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