[George pushes into the kiss with a soft growl, one hand curling around the back of her neck. Her fingers in his hair feel better than they have any right to, and he pulls back to look at her, his voice ragged.]
Neither have I, but I have thought about it a lot. With you, I mean. God, I've thought about this so many times.
[And dreamt about it. Lucy must have noticed by now, how often he wakes up with his hard cock pressed against her.]
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Neither have I, but I have thought about it a lot. With you, I mean. God, I've thought about this so many times.
[And dreamt about it. Lucy must have noticed by now, how often he wakes up with his hard cock pressed against her.]