Her lips taste like brandy and for a moment it's all he can think of, the sweet tang that makes his mouth tingle with a familiar burn. He kisses her deeply, as if wanting to suck every last molecule of flavor from her tongue.
She sticks her hand down his pants and he exhales a sudden groan into her mouth -- she knows what she wants and she's damn well gonna get it.
With her hand around his rapidly hardening cock, he reaches back and shoves both his pants and underwear down over his ass and down to his knees. As he leans in between her thighs, he dips his head and plants open-mouthed kisses on her breast.
He's not going to let the tattoo of the banjo-playing frog distract him. Although it is there. Like, right in his face.
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Date: 2012-07-16 02:30 pm (UTC)She sticks her hand down his pants and he exhales a sudden groan into her mouth -- she knows what she wants and she's damn well gonna get it.
With her hand around his rapidly hardening cock, he reaches back and shoves both his pants and underwear down over his ass and down to his knees. As he leans in between her thighs, he dips his head and plants open-mouthed kisses on her breast.
He's not going to let the tattoo of the banjo-playing frog distract him. Although it is there. Like, right in his face.
But still. Boobs.