02 February 2009


He is lying back on our couch, while she lies between his legs, her head resting on his chest. 
Every so often, he reaches for her hair, drawing her head back and kissing her deeply. She whimpers, writhing against him as her body begs for what it hopes is coming next. 

And he smiles, and drags slow hands over her skin. 

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