[His gaze stops moving about, when the skirt comes off. Instead, his eyes are all-but glued to the toy, and his throat bobs with the way he's swallowing because he can't think straight, can't think at all beyond the fact that she's going to fuck him. She's going to fuck him and Thomas doesn't think he's ever wanted anything more in his life.
And then she's asking what he wants her to do and Thomas practically whimpers.]
I. I-I want you to fuck me.
[How much detail does she want...?]
I, ah. Like this. Or I could ride you. O-or I could get on my hands and knees or you could bend me over the bed or. Well.
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Date: 2012-12-10 07:44 pm (UTC)And then she's asking what he wants her to do and Thomas practically whimpers.]
I. I-I want you to fuck me.
[How much detail does she want...?]
I, ah. Like this. Or I could ride you. O-or I could get on my hands and knees or you could bend me over the bed or. Well.
Whatever you want just fuck me, please.