Midge’s lips form an O and then she grins and points at him. “I made you laugh…” Even if it was a tiny laugh, she is taking this win. She’s far more proud of making him laugh than making him come.
“I like it,” she tells him, her fingers stroking through the hair on his chest. “It was like having a tiger in my bed.”
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Date: 2025-01-06 11:58 am (UTC)“I like it,” she tells him, her fingers stroking through the hair on his chest. “It was like having a tiger in my bed.”