Anita cries out, unsatisfied with being denied, though distantly grateful someone could look out for her. Regardless, the ardeur wants Asher inside, and Anita is helpless to keep from begging for it. While Asher pulls and kneads at her breast, so close to pain but wonderful all the same, she rides Jean-Claude with abandon.
"Asher!" she shouts again, pushing back against him. "Please, God, please, Asher, inside! I need you inside!"
It is all she can think about, all she can demand. Anita needs him to pierce her somehow, and she will not take a refusal.
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Date: 2009-08-25 12:53 am (UTC)"Asher!" she shouts again, pushing back against him. "Please, God, please, Asher, inside! I need you inside!"
It is all she can think about, all she can demand. Anita needs him to pierce her somehow, and she will not take a refusal.