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Tom Irwin ([personal profile] extendedmetaphor) wrote 2012-10-13 11:50 pm (UTC)

He followed the oil with his fingers, spreading it down the cleft of Dakin's arse, teasing with the tips of his fingers, pressing lightly with one.

"Even in my fantasies, I could never get you to be this quiet," he said, smiling, still rubbing, still teasing.

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