Is she ever. Mira feels like all her nerve endings are turned to about a
hundred.
She's sure she'll feel a little silly about it in the morning, and it's a
weird thought at this moment, but the "baby" is nice; it's been a while
since she's had sex but it's been even longer since someone's called her
baby (at least, someone who wasn't creepily yelling at her from across a
street). There's no real obligation for Genevieve to be sweet, or this
attentive, much less in an alley at midnight a little tipsy.
Mira gasps as Genevieve pushes up inside her, the combination of
sensations; she wasn't even aware how exactly she wanted that until she's
tensing against Genevieve so hard and suddenly that she can't even breathe.
"God. Yes - please -" It's not even coherent as she shudders around her.
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Date: 2014-11-12 06:55 am (UTC)Is she ever. Mira feels like all her nerve endings are turned to about a hundred.
She's sure she'll feel a little silly about it in the morning, and it's a weird thought at this moment, but the "baby" is nice; it's been a while since she's had sex but it's been even longer since someone's called her baby (at least, someone who wasn't creepily yelling at her from across a street). There's no real obligation for Genevieve to be sweet, or this attentive, much less in an alley at midnight a little tipsy.
Mira gasps as Genevieve pushes up inside her, the combination of sensations; she wasn't even aware how exactly she wanted that until she's tensing against Genevieve so hard and suddenly that she can't even breathe. "God. Yes - please -" It's not even coherent as she shudders around her.