He runs a hand though his hair, slightly damp with perspiration, and clears his throat. "To be honest," he murmurs, his voice thick and raspy, "I don't really have anything specific in mind. I mean, they all pale in comparison to the fact that, well, I just wanna fuck you, baby." He grins wolfishly as he strokes her shoulder, her neck, buries his fingers in her hair.
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Date: 2009-06-15 02:22 am (UTC)