[Angel grinned, another echo of the man that he once was long ago, as he finished his circle of the bed. With a predatory grace he half kneels in front of her, one knee sliding between her thighs until he's flush against her sex.]
I love Irish women.
[His knee pushes against her, pushing her further up onto the bed and off her elbows so Angel can hang his mass above her.]
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I love Irish women.
[His knee pushes against her, pushing her further up onto the bed and off her elbows so Angel can hang his mass above her.]
You really are a piece of home.