It was possible that impression would have faded with time. That there would have come a day that he wasn't on her mind when she pleasured herself. It was also possible that day would have never come, and his face, his voice, his touch, would have haunted her for the rest of her life.
But she didn't have to find out.
Oh, that grinding felt so goddamn good, and Joan moaned low, her breath rate ticking up.as she worked her hips against his.
"What will you do when I want you in the middle of the night?" she asked breathlessly. Not if, but when.
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Date: 2020-03-17 07:06 am (UTC)But she didn't have to find out.
Oh, that grinding felt so goddamn good, and Joan moaned low, her breath rate ticking up.as she worked her hips against his.
"What will you do when I want you in the middle of the night?" she asked breathlessly. Not if, but when.