( multitasking isn't exactly difficult for danny, who is convinced his dick could find jem's cunt in pitch black, through a hundred million bodies, like a heat-seeking missile. he respositions them anyway: danny rolled halfway onto his back, jem cushioned on top of him, her throat caught in the lean v of his arm until he snags her bottom lip with his thumb, tucks inside to give her something to suck on as he fucks her, unhurried, lazy.
across the twin peaks of her firm little titties, he rests his wrist and the phone, screen glowing white, and blows her hair out of his face. a phone call would be a thousand times easier. he holds off. )
did it make you hot? did it turn you on? ( the real real question: ) do you hate that it turns you on?
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across the twin peaks of her firm little titties, he rests his wrist and the phone, screen glowing white, and blows her hair out of his face. a phone call would be a thousand times easier. he holds off. )
did it make you hot? did it turn you on? ( the real real question: ) do you hate that it turns you on?