[ Both of his hands slip down past the waistband of her pants and underwear, lower until he's got her ass grasped in his palms, a cheek to either hand. His fingers squeeze as he drags her to the very edge of the counter, possessive, pulling her flush against him. Good thing she's got a leg hooked around his waist, he's going to use that as leverage and pull her clean off the counter.
Joel peeks open an eye to glimpse where he's going to carry her off to, not breaking the kiss for anything. Who needs to breathe, right? ]
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Joel peeks open an eye to glimpse where he's going to carry her off to, not breaking the kiss for anything. Who needs to breathe, right? ]