France is like the World's cockroach... it somehow always survives somehow.
[He grinned at her, murmuring low words in French to her. It wasn't a bad language, and it was perhaps made even better with the low groans that came with each turn of phrase as they rubbed against each other.
His hands rose and smooth up her arms and then lightly hold her shoulders. He jabbed his hips up sharply to stimulate her clit more.]
no subject
[He grinned at her, murmuring low words in French to her. It wasn't a bad language, and it was perhaps made even better with the low groans that came with each turn of phrase as they rubbed against each other.
His hands rose and smooth up her arms and then lightly hold her shoulders. He jabbed his hips up sharply to stimulate her clit more.]