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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille clung onto him, so exhausted, she hung in his arms like she was drugged. She felt so swollen and tired and ready for bed. There were scratch marks on his back, she had scratched him quite a bit while clinging onto him. They weren't bleeding, but they probably hurt a bit. She didn't mean to, but somethings just happened when they got intimate. |
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Leim didn't mind the scratching at all once they were done he dried them off and laid her on the bed giving her underwear and one of his shirts and put on pair of boxers and shorts |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille, with Leims help, got dressed, pulling on her underwear and his shirt, then flopping back onto the bed, completely exhausted. When he turned away to get dressed she saw the scratches she had made on his back. "Leim... I scratched you..." she mumbled. |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille shook her head, standing up, and hobbled over to him, her legs feeling like jelly. "No, its not okay, I hurt you," |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille was still concerned and felt guilty. "Are you sure?" she ask, leaning on him a little bit to keep herself upright. |
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"yeah im sure i dont feel it" |
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Lucille Hawthorne - Lucille nodded. "Okay..." she said softly. "Can you carry me back to the bed now? It sucks to walk right now..." |
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