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Gale unbuttoned them and tossed them aside, working his hand to the line of her underwear. |
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Kayla smirked, her hand moving to his sweet spot |
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Gale faltered, feeling her hand move to his neck. He groaned, it feeling even better after he had smacked it while dragging logs, her hand working the tense muscle. |
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Kayla knew she was getting somewhere, her other hand moving to his boxers, tugging on them |
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Gale moved her hand off, taking his free hand and grabbing her hands, holding them out of the way as he tossed off her underwear, keeping their lips crushed together. |
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Kayla kissed him back, her hips tipping toward him |
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Gale let go of her hands, his thumb pressing on her sweet spot. |
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Brb in like 45min or so) Kayla whimpered softly, her hold loosening a bit. |
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(mk) Gale took his hand off her spot and grabbed her hand again, placing it on his side to guide her or some BS like that. |
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Edited at March 11, 2025 12:03 AM by Fern
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Evening Thunderstorms, Hail Possible
