Re: occ -hehehehe!
He moved himself, sliding between her legs so that there was not much between them, not much to stop them for doing exactly what he wanted. Pressing into her, he found himself brushing against her nether parts, and again, he was panting against her skin, moaning slightly.
"Pastries are good. We always had porridge when I was young," he said, on the brink of slipping into her, "Herring and sausage," he said, gasping at the sensations running through him. All she needed to do was shift her hips, and they would be joined, and the race to the finish could begin. He fervently hoped there was time. It was a glorious way to wake up in the morning.
"I always hated the herring," he said, breathy and in a low, seductive voice.