[She was moving against him just as much as he was trying to find his way into her, feeling the touch of fingers that hadn't touched her for far too long. As to her being wet, hell, she'd all but started the moment she'd seen him in her cell. Her Puddin' come to rescue her was the hottest thing she'd ever seen, whether it was in a jacked chopper or through a blown open wall. He was hers and that was all the foreplay she needed.
She squirmed a little, one of her hands leaving his hair and moving down to tug at his pants.]
We'll drive by a store and snag a bouquet later. I don't need no flowers when I got you, Puddin'.
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She squirmed a little, one of her hands leaving his hair and moving down to tug at his pants.]
We'll drive by a store and snag a bouquet later. I don't need no flowers when I got you, Puddin'.