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The House In Limbo City, Limbo City, Wednesday Evening
It had been ten days since the kids had left and Kathy was mostly back to normal. The fact that it was the end of the semester had probably helped a bit in that regard - it was possible to be maudlin and to study your ass off, but it took a lot more energy than Kathy really had to spare.
Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.
Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.
[Dante modded with permission!]
Her immediate plans for the evening - more studying, finals started on Monday - had been immediately derailed when Dante had declared it a night off, carrying her downstairs to a pillow pile, made from what looked to be every pillow in the damn house. As if that wasn't dirty enough, he plied her with a mixing bowl full of ice cream, whipped cream, and caramel sauce, a similar-sized sundae for him on the other side of the nest.
Ice cream, blankets, pillows, and boyfriend. The perfect recipe to get rid of post-kid and pre-finals blues.
[Dante modded with permission!]
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His fingertips brushed against her folds.
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His fingers moved.
Up, to brush across her clit.
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His fingers slid back, two pressing into her. Gently.
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He bit at her throat.
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She was almost dainty as she settled over his face, adjusting her skirt so it fluttered down just so. But the way she lowered herself down to his mouth was nothing short of a demand.
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He'd been teasing her for long enough anyway, and fuck-- he wanted to taste her.
More.
He pressed his tongue into her entrance. Lingered.
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Kathy shifted forward, pressing herself more firmly down against his mouth as she bent over his body. Her nipples brushed over his abs, puckering tight, and she moaned.
There. His pants lay open still, but now she was pushing them down his hips, hand wrapping once more around his dick.
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The warmth of her hand sent an anticipatory shiver up his spine, but he ignored it, rolling his tongue, withdrawing just to lap into her again with long, sure strokes.
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