She reaches up, running a hand through his mohawk as he kisses her hip. "I'm obviously not too much of one." Obviously. Since her view of the top of your head is obscured by a slowly rounding belly. When he finally says please, though, she uncrosses her legs and lets her knees drop open against the mattress. "Better?"
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Date: 2012-02-01 01:00 am (UTC)