A flush washed through Billy, hot and heavy, from his face down and down through his stomach and hips. He pressed his face down into the mattress, panting raggedly as he tried to match Goodnight's pace. It was overwhelming, in the best ways. "Shit," Billy breathed, a croak of a moan.
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Date: 2016-12-08 06:02 am (UTC)