Declan's so deep she's choking on dick. He's bigger than her and she's pinned. Trapped beneath him. Instinct kicks hard -- until he starts talking. Then she's dropping, falling, pinwheeling into freefall. "Promise," she whines. "Swear. I swear."
Her fingers curl into the bed-linens and her forehead drops to her crossed arms. More.
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Date: 2011-10-09 02:10 am (UTC)Her fingers curl into the bed-linens and her forehead drops to her crossed arms. More.