Michael ran his fingers through her hair, still amazed to be here. Shocked that her image hadn't crumbled with the rising sun. He wondered briefly if she'd want to meet George Michael before they went back to Newport News, but all thought was cast away as a thin wrist brushed his cock. It twitched cooperatively in response.
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Date: 2008-06-26 06:10 am (UTC)