"Birthday suits are great, but so are these stockings you got on." Max rubs a hand over the lacy fabric on their leg. Another shiver runs through him.
"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."
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Date: 2020-10-29 05:08 pm (UTC)"God. I don't know how much more of this I can... it's taking all my willpower right now not to start rocking my hips..." He can't even hold a pen correctly. Was he supposed to be writing something down?
"Fuck. Fuck it. I need you to fuck me right now or I'm not going to be able to see straight soon."