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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 4:18:10 GMT 8
[moans at his touch]
[arches her body towards him, wanting more]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 4:21:13 GMT 8
OmoiNee: [JadeRaven can see the evidence of her arousal. Gently pinches one, then the other ]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 4:27:07 GMT 8
[sharp intake of breath as he pinches her--not in pain, but in pleasure]
[more...she wants more]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 4:35:13 GMT 8
[one hand snakes its way till it's behind her neck, his other hand still pinchin]
[while thrusting his hips up, he pulls her in so he could bite her neck]
[wolfman oh yeah \o\]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 4:42:03 GMT 8
[she likes animals, remember?]
[sighs with pleasure as he bites her neck]
[wraps her arms around his neck, increasing the tempo of her hips]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 4:54:16 GMT 8
[lick, bite, lick bite, thrust thrust thrust!]
[it sounds liek a chant \o\]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 5:01:35 GMT 8
[breathes heavily against his ear, saying his name and moaning]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 5:07:44 GMT 8
[and that made his day]
[IMAH FIRIN MAH LAZAHHHHHH]
[BAAAAAAAAH]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 5:11:20 GMT 8
[shudders against him at the same time--crying out his name]
[spent, she sags against him, leaning her forehead against his]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 5:15:44 GMT 8
[panting]
Thanks fer testin' my heart, dear..
[smilk. its a smile smirk]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 5:17:45 GMT 8
[smiles back]
Certainly enjoyable....
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 5:21:21 GMT 8
[out you go, raven junior]
[lies down, palcing her ontop of him]
[covers them with the blanket]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 5:23:55 GMT 8
[as always, lays her head on his chest, looking at his heart--which is glowing brighter than before]
[listens to his breathing]
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Post by Raven on May 6, 2010 5:31:36 GMT 8
[wraps his arms around her and drifts off to sleep]
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Post by Grune on May 6, 2010 5:33:42 GMT 8
[finally drifts of to sleep...muttering]
Rest well, Schwann.
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