Think Aerosmith’s “Love In An Elevator” on this one
The elevator ground to a halt three floors from their destination. Wanting to bring her, her lowered his hand between them, rubbing her clit vigorously until he felt her tighten around him, crying out his name. Sex She pulled at his tie, loosening it enough to pull it from his neck and then tore open his shirt and vest, sending buttons flying. He was the bane of her existence, infuriating and intractable. Her hands were everywhere, clawing at his clothes. “I’m sure they’re doing their best!” Lizzie spat over her shoulder acidly. “Oh, I don’t know,” he reflected optimistically, “I kind of enjoyed the last time.”
She whirled on him, “Are you kidding me?! Not again, she thought. “Oh, I don’t know,” he reflected optimistically, “I kind of enjoyed the last time.”
She whirled on him, “Are you kidding me?! Her screams vibrated off the tiny enclosure as he thrust into her, setting a punishing rhythm, which she matched, thrust for thrust. He noted the satisfaction in her voice when he heard her mumble, “We should have done that months ago.” Read 6831 times |
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