[ nancy's lifting her arms so he can tug her shirt off in one smooth motion, and she doesn't even question it. she briefly recognizes that she doesn't recognize the man in front of her, and that the way he's kissing her isn't familiar, but it doesn't seem to matter. the only thing that really matters is that he's keeping her on her toes, making it hard to keep up, and there's a certain thrill to that. she shifts against the wall, like maybe she plans on trying to change their positions, but his grip on her is hard enough to make her whine, in a totally undignified way that makes it obvious she likes it.
the bed is close, and she really doesn't know how she knows that, but she presses against him like she wants to peel herself from the wall and push him that way, even if she's not sure how she'll manage it. or if he'll let her ( isn't that thrilling? ). ]
Come on.
[ her impatience makes her laugh, squirming again in his grip because she wants to move away from the wall but she also wants to stay pinned to the wall and it's hard to make up her mind so she'll just whine and let him decide instead ]
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the bed is close, and she really doesn't know how she knows that, but she presses against him like she wants to peel herself from the wall and push him that way, even if she's not sure how she'll manage it. or if he'll let her ( isn't that thrilling? ). ]
Come on.
[ her impatience makes her laugh, squirming again in his grip because she wants to move away from the wall but she also wants to stay pinned to the wall and it's hard to make up her mind so she'll just whine and let him decide instead ]