[Now that is something that Peggy isn't quite ready for, at least not yet. She eases off, hair a mess, lips swollen, and she thinks that perhaps she can at least finish him off. It's only the polite thing to do. She climbs up his side and settles one leg at his side, moving her hand down to do what her mouth had been.]
Perhaps in future, I'll be a touch better. For now, though, I hope this is acceptable?
[Her voice is low and throaty, thick with the desire that's brought to the surface by the task at hand.]
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Perhaps in future, I'll be a touch better. For now, though, I hope this is acceptable?
[Her voice is low and throaty, thick with the desire that's brought to the surface by the task at hand.]