Date: 2013-07-04 05:32 am (UTC)
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She's gasping and she has no idea how they got to where they are. The hand pinning her wrist to the bed is making her heart pound in her chest and she find herself smiling. She's pressed back into the bed, squirming under him, and she's smiling. They aren't even really moving together, but it doesn't seem to matter. Riddick is buried hilt deep and as much as she wants the friction, she doesn't want him to pull away. Instead she keeps her leg around his hips and rolls her own up, grinding against him without letting him pull out.

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Carolyn Fry

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