Being allowed to speak is different from being able to actually make sense, and at first all she can manage is repeating the word "Please" over and over with every thrust of his hips. She feels like an over-tightened length of braided wire, each strand starting to snap away under the strain of his attentions.
"Please, I need...please, Gabriel," she pants, not even sure what it is she's begging for.
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Date: 2016-05-05 05:46 am (UTC)From:"Please, I need...please, Gabriel," she pants, not even sure what it is she's begging for.