( it's been awhile but marcos knows that he could never forget what it's like to touch her. he could never forget how her skin feels, how her breath sounds, how she smells.
it doesn't even matter that this situation is radically different, unlike anything they've ever faced because some of that familiarity still filters in. and then she grabs at him, twisting until his back hits the wall and she's pressed against him until there's not even air between their bodies.
he immediately bears down against her thigh, trying to rub his cock, his balls, anything against her so he can get himself harder. her nails dig in and he sees spots in front of his eyes it feels so good. he pants her name a few times, reaching out and raking his nails against her breasts, making sure that he leaves red welts behind. )
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it doesn't even matter that this situation is radically different, unlike anything they've ever faced because some of that familiarity still filters in. and then she grabs at him, twisting until his back hits the wall and she's pressed against him until there's not even air between their bodies.
he immediately bears down against her thigh, trying to rub his cock, his balls, anything against her so he can get himself harder. her nails dig in and he sees spots in front of his eyes it feels so good. he pants her name a few times, reaching out and raking his nails against her breasts, making sure that he leaves red welts behind. )