Her hands clutch tighter to his shirt, and the one foot that remained on the ground lifts up onto her tip toes when his finger slide inside her. She lets her hands slide down his shirt, then under it to feel his bare stomach. Letting out a small whimper when his thumb brushed her clit, her hips started to undulate against his hand, matching the beat of the music still playing in the forest.
They are still dancing, in a way, and in the best way two gods of love and lust knew how.
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Date: 2010-12-12 05:05 am (UTC)They are still dancing, in a way, and in the best way two gods of love and lust knew how.