[She squeezes his ass through his pants, scratches at his shoulder-blades under his shirt, moans into his mouth with vicious aforethought. He's gratifyingly responsive to her touch. It's more like making out with heavy petting, more risque than anything young Betty might have gotten up to, but it's hard to resist pushing things further when she knows exactly how to do it, knows that he'll let her.]
I wonder how many people are still out there. [murmured hot against his cheek] I wonder if - mnnh - anyone else decided to skip and is just wandering around now. If we'd hear them coming if they were right. out. side.
[His hands on her skin make her wiggle her hips, chasing the feeling of him surrounding her, holding her, wanting her, and sweat prickles along the surface of her skin.]
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I wonder how many people are still out there. [murmured hot against his cheek] I wonder if - mnnh - anyone else decided to skip and is just wandering around now. If we'd hear them coming if they were right. out. side.
[His hands on her skin make her wiggle her hips, chasing the feeling of him surrounding her, holding her, wanting her, and sweat prickles along the surface of her skin.]