[It feels so good--that pressure of their bodies, the pinprick of momentary pain as Lilia drew blood. Cater watched with completely rapture as his friend's tongue darted back into his mouth and as he started to undo his own clothes.]
But you make it look damn good.
[Cater reaches up to help--while Lilia tackles his shirt, Cater goes straight for home base, finding the uniform's belt and flicking open the buckle.]
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But you make it look damn good.
[Cater reaches up to help--while Lilia tackles his shirt, Cater goes straight for home base, finding the uniform's belt and flicking open the buckle.]
How did I taste?