Rolling her hips into his, Chloe slowly broke the kiss, nibbling at his lower lip. She's a bit out of breath herself, her skirt riding up her thighs and almost sliding over her hips. "How do you want me tonight, Ben?" The question comes out in a breathy whisper, green eyes full of desires for the man she was touching, squeezing his thigh gently.
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Date: 2013-12-17 08:21 pm (UTC)