[ His laughter comes out like a breath, and he leans into her to kiss her again.
He isn't sure he's ready to wait anyway, but he has every intention of pleasing her until she's practically a puddle in his arms.
Eight minutes.
He fumbles, one-handed, with his belt and the zipper of his trousers in the meantime, feeling constricted against the dark fabric and wanting Margo right now. His heart is pounding in his chest, his fingers of his other much more occupied hand moving with a little more fervour and purpose, feeling her start to quiver. ]
Come for me, mon trรฉsor. [ He says. ] And then turn around.
late late late sorryyyyy
He isn't sure he's ready to wait anyway, but he has every intention of pleasing her until she's practically a puddle in his arms.
Eight minutes.
He fumbles, one-handed, with his belt and the zipper of his trousers in the meantime, feeling constricted against the dark fabric and wanting Margo right now. His heart is pounding in his chest, his fingers of his other much more occupied hand moving with a little more fervour and purpose, feeling her start to quiver. ]
Come for me, mon trรฉsor. [ He says. ] And then turn around.