"I am yours. I pledge to you my troth," he groaned. It wasn't enough to kiss and grind and soon enough he'd rolled to the side so he could slip out of what little clothing he wore.
"I need your skin, precious. Undress for me," he said, asking rather than commanding.
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Date: 2015-12-03 03:40 am (UTC)"I need your skin, precious. Undress for me," he said, asking rather than commanding.