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The words melted in his throat when she ran her hand up his abs, the man shivering just slightly. -Shit.- |
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She gave a breathy giggle, kissing along his neck |
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Caden let her, tipping his head so she could have better access. |
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She marked him repeatedly, her hands barely touching him while she traced his muscle |
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His heart raced quicker and quicker as she did, his breathing picking up pace as well. |
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"Well don't have a heartattack, hm?" She whispered in his ear, tugging him to the bedroom |
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He chuckled lightly, letting her do as she pleased. |
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She led him to the bed, tugging his shirt. "This. Off. Pants. Off" She stated |
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"Might as well," He muttered, doing so. |
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"Thank you, babe" She breathed, pressing against him |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
