bashpucey (

bashpucey) wrote in

The sight of her bent over and the needy quality of her voice had his eyes rolling back in his head as he muttered, "Fuckin' hell, Sof..." His voice was rough and he rushed to undo his belt and shuffle his jeans off like his life depended it.

His hands grasped at her hips, gripping her tight, and he leaned down, kissing up her spine. When he reached her beautiful neck, he said into her skin, "Hold on tight, my perfect little witch," and then hitched her hips up just a bit. He angled his cock at her entrance and sheathed himself all on in one go, grunting at the sudden tightness and heat.

(Read comments)

InsaneJournal

Post a comment in response: