She's sure she looks a mess. Her hair is all over the place, her lips feel bitten and swollen and she knows they're wet since she can't stop licking them, each panting breath drying them out. She's still wearing his jersey, the mesh material doing little to cool her skin as she moves atop him, sweat beading out of every pore. It looks like she'll be doing doing laundry after all. She tries a few different things, rocking back and forth, a few circles, bouncing a little and after a moment, she glances down at him (as much as she can, anyway. Her vision is a little hazy, pupils blown). "'ve never done this before." She explains. Of course, he probably already knows that, but she figures she'll give him fair warning.
Until she figures out this...figure-eighty thing and the first time she does it she actually has to stop and take a breath. "Fuck. Oh god..."
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Date: 2011-11-23 05:19 am (UTC)Until she figures out this...figure-eighty thing and the first time she does it she actually has to stop and take a breath. "Fuck. Oh god..."