[ it feels so good it begins to ache. another rub, more slowly. she closes her eyes and exhales roughly, honing in on the sound of her own heart, their breathing, the sound of a clock and morning voices on the street outside. ]
I need you doing awful, dirty things to my body now. Herlock.
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[ it feels so good it begins to ache. another rub, more slowly. she closes her eyes and exhales roughly, honing in on the sound of her own heart, their breathing, the sound of a clock and morning voices on the street outside. ]
I need you doing awful, dirty things to my body now. Herlock.