[Physics, baby. He twists his body and pulls her into his lap, sucking a bruise against the curve of her neck and raising purple and red pinpricks there. The palm of his hand curves against her concave belly, slipping against her abdominal muscles and into her unzipped jeans, finding the silk of her panties and dipping between the fabric and soft satiny skin. Yes, he loves this. Fuck, yes. He skids the long tip of his middle finger through her folds, gathering slickness, and quickly draws it out of her pants and upward, popping it into his mouth and sucking the flavor from his fingertip blissfully.]
Fuck, you're good. M'gonna take you when we get home.
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Fuck, you're good. M'gonna take you when we get home.