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"Please, you just called him and asshole." He teased, kissing up and down her neck. |
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"you can't just win by doing that..." She breathed shakily, breath hitching |
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"Hey, me doing this is the equivalent of you running your hands up my abs, automatic winner." Caden mused, pulling away. |
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He grinned hazily, pulling her up onto his chest. |
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He eventually reached for her hand, slipping it onto his abs. "You should totally do it, like please you defanitely should." Caden said nonchalantly, glancing back at her. |
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She grinned, kissing along his neck, wrapping her legs around him, and running her nails gently along his abs. She whimpered against his neck, nipping him |
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His heart rate immediately picked up, his head tipping back with a groan. "Shit..." Caden murmured, a soft grin on his face. |
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She continued, grinding her hips a few times for good measure before suddenly stopping with a smile |
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
