[She gasps a little, and makes a whimper, as if she's a maiden girl who has never done this before. As if she is his maiden bride, when she is nothing of the sort. But no maiden bucks her hips like Lucy does, her fingers catching his biceps, and she finally, finally feels free to make as much noise as she likes.
And she likes to make noise.]
George, George, George-
[She rocks her hips up again, curling tight against him.]
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And she likes to make noise.]
George, George, George-
[She rocks her hips up again, curling tight against him.]