The bite makes her gasp, and she arches into it. Another moment, and then she's laughing, a sound that edges on madness. Her hand closes around his prick, and she squeezes.
"Fuck you," she breathes, and then she's slipping away from him, joints twisting, using the wetness of her skin to her advantage.
She's out of the tub, still giggling, and dashing for the bedroom, eyes flashing back to his in answer to that challenge.
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
timeasmymeasure
no subject
Date: 2010-01-05 08:37 pm (UTC)"Fuck you," she breathes, and then she's slipping away from him, joints twisting, using the wetness of her skin to her advantage.
She's out of the tub, still giggling, and dashing for the bedroom, eyes flashing back to his in answer to that challenge.