a martyr on a bridge that's burning down
Pheebs
Phoebe Steadman
the Nightingale
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Phoebe

Clearly in the time that had passed, Phoebe had forgotten that beneath his gentle mannerisms Harper was as hotblooded as any man who would not let her teasing go without consequences. Whether she minded those consequences was up for debate.

She pulled her lower lip back beneath her teeth, hissing in air as lips suddenly pulled away from her breast. Phoebe briefly grinned at the groan she elicited from him, but before she could resume her teasing a quick, light rush of discomfort raced across her collarbone. Honey eyes glazed over as her fingers tightened around his hips, realizing suddenly that he had bitten her! Before she could respond though he had already moved on running his hands along her thighs and oh so close to her core but never quite brushing against it. A slight whimper broke through her lips as she she squirmed beneath him helplessly. Pulling against the fabric separating them helped the tiniest bit, but it was far from enough.

In an effort to make up for her transgressions she moved her hands back to his cock, this time pumping her hand slowly along it. Phoebe lifted her torso as well with help from her freehand against his back, pressing a heated kiss against his lips. "Want me to make it up to you?" she whispered breathlessly, lips brushing against his still.
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RE: a martyr on a bridge that's burning down - by Phoebe - 04-19-2021, 10:59 PM

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