She presses her hands flat to his back, nails digging there as she gasps and moans and begs, these little whines deep in her throat and chest, all thought of actually being a little coherent gone from her mind. "Don't stop, don-...fuck me, Sam, fuck."
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Date: 2011-11-15 02:53 am (UTC)