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Lucille panted, her nails scratching against his scalp lightly. |
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He smirked and gave her more hickeys |
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Lucille whined. "Leim.... don't stop..." she panted. |
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Lucille pulled at the collar of his shirt. |
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Lucille looked up at him, confused and distressed. Why did he keep pulling away? She thought he wanted this. When Josh pulled away repeatedly, it meant no. She knew that Leim wasn't anything like Josh, but she couldn't help connecting it all. Sure, she wasn't in the mood a couple moments ago, but after those kisses... "Sorry... I just thought... nevermind, sorry..." she blushed, looking anywhere but him. |
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" no I just thought you weren't in the mood and I don't want to get carried Any " he softly pulled her chin back to him |
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" are you in the mood now?" He slightly smirked |
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Breezy and Pleasant
