A crumb...

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for dancetomato

She watched as he surged into her, her hair flowing down her arms in dark waves, his fingers clutching her hips, leaving soft mounds of flesh to rise between them.  She lifted her hips and felt her hot breath coast over her cunt, her tongue reaching out to it in between thrusts.  Her own hands cupped her breasts, kneading the soft globes gently, and then rougher as Faith’s tongue whipped back and forth across her clit.  

 

She’d been angry.  Oh so angry.  He wasn’t supposed to betray her like he did.  He was supposed to be on her side in all things, this especially.  Now?  Now she didn’t begrudge him, as long as he kept ramming his dick in and out of the brunette bitch.

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[dancetomato.livejournal.com]

WHY THE HELL ARE YOU AT WORK AND NOT AVAILABLE FOR ME TO WIBBLE ON THE PHONE TO YOU?????

Fuck, that is a pretty, pretty crumb you got there.