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[shesgotguts]

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husband ❧ daughter ❧ son
sister ☆ daughter ☆ nope ☆ no way

owner of Good Golly, Miss Holly!
principal's assistant at Altaciere High School
member of the Holly Heights Welcoming Committee

"Your queen, Milly Ashford, isn't here right now, so feel free to leave a message!! She'll have a servant get back to you ASAP!"

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[shesgotguts]

[his answer could've never come, and she might've been just as happy. each of his kisses earns him a small noise of pleasure from her, the beginnings of giggles, and his teeth on her skin causes her to gasp. but when she does hear his answer, she smiles brightly-- it's hard to keep her excitement contained.]

Don't worry, I'm more than alright.

[and she means it. this is the best she's felt in a while. sure, the daily grind in a peaceful town full of friends is fun, but a dry spell is still a dry spell. and for someone she actually cares for and really likes to give her a little bit of attention and affection is more than she expected. it's wonderful to feel attractive, and more than that, wanted again. he might not feel as strongly as she does, but he does feel something, or he wouldn't be nearly naked and on top of her in her bed.

and if he wanted to walk away from this, he would've. right? he would've left long ago. him staying has to count for something. anything.

her nails scratch lightly at his shoulders, and continue down his arms, with her palms sliding back up them to erase the little lines she's made. even as he gropes her, and her hips roll up under his, her hands don't give up on the pattern. it's calming, in a weird way. when every other part of her is eager, it's her hands that keep her from getting too ahead of herself.

his question, as sultry and smooth as it, gets her to laugh. one of her hands flies to cover half of her face and she nods. at the very beginning of being in this town, she thought this scenario would've been played out at least once every two months. and who wanted to be unprepared? not her. but alas, that wasn't the case. so there was a store of supplies in a dresser drawer, and no one to use them with. well, now there was.

and through her slightly embarrassed laughter, she asks--] Would you like me to get them for us?

[strippingsensei]

<sub>[ He was so horny. Damn it, he didn't know he was going to get so hot and actually have sex when he came over. This.. wasn't according to plan. Not like he is complaining— he isn't complaining one bit.
All of her noises earn a response from him— he vocally makes he known he is equally enjoying himself and possibly eggs on his sounds a little more to sound more attractive. Just slightly. What did he do? Work in a porno before he became a teacher?

His lips smile against her skin when he hears her laugh. She's adorable— simply too cute. How he hasn't been this attracted to her before then is a mystery, but he understood everything now.
When she asks to get up, he grunts, hand moving to her arms to restrain her at her wrists. He really doesn't realize what he is doing-- everything in his head is cloudy at the moment as he lavishes her chest with so much— so much attention. Licking, kissing, sucking-- he was practically eating her all up. No doubt there will be small marks all over them in the morning.

Aikuro's hand finally moves, fingers sliding along her body-- lower, lower lower until he is pressing two fingers in between her legs and gently feeling around there. Was she ready for this? That is what he is mainly wondering.

His voice is hoarse, but he responds: ]</sub>

Just tell me where, my dear. I'll get them.
_{[ and that's it. They're gonna do it. They're gonna climb the whole sex mountain. ]}